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Post by Vicorva on Jan 1, 2010 17:47:59 GMT
OOC: This is fun already. I miss RPing. IC: Qa'Nari grinned as Vivian spoke, and could feel the tension easing out of his muscles. His ears were perked towards Vivian in interest, and his tail had ceased its nervous twitching. It wasn't the most intimate of conversations in the world, but what was to be expected from a total stranger? The cathay realised how much he missed simple conversation. When Vivian rapped Qa'Nari on the chest, the feline chuckled. "I see your point," he said. "But I tend to think that no fighting style is full-proof. Or maybe I'm just paranoid." Also, his supernatural strength made orcish armour feel more like thick linen, so it was well worth the price of a little flexibility. But he didn't want to mention that, and anyway, he felt a great respect for those who honed their reflexes so far as to feel safer without a second skin. One day, Qa'Nari would like to do the same. He leaned slightly against his staff now that he was feeling relaxed, arms no longer crossed and a tangible change in his bearing. Then the noisy redguard trundled over with a friendly cry on his lips. “Hey, you two. Are you looking for Karst? If you are, you must be blind; she’s right here, or are you here for something else?" 'Nari found the whole situation rather unnerving, being unused to being approached in quite so blunt a manner. Vivian had unnerved him, but the man had been more subtle and approachable in his contained manner. This redguard seemed to keep all his emotions on the outside of his body, and Qa'Nari found emotions a frightening concept at best without being faced with them directly. He was saved from having to gather a response by Vivian, who by his words revealed himself to be a Champion of Cyrodiil. Qa'Nari blinked at him in surprise, and his tail tested the air anxiously. He didn't remember a Vivian, only a Zeterra, or were there two? But then, he didn't have much of an ear for gossip or local lore. He decided to wait quietly again until he knew what to do. He wasn't sure if this conversation between Vivian and the redguard included himself.
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Post by Aulakauss on Jan 2, 2010 6:16:54 GMT
Karstine listened patiently to Jartod's story, her ears gently tilting this way and that in correspondence to the emotion he displayed when speaking. Hearing his reluctance to leave his people, compounded with his friendliness when she first met him helped seal her liking of him. While he was talking, she heard the clatter of someone falling over and smiled covertly, envious of, yet amused by, the likely drunken person tripping over chairs.
She was about to say something in contest to his claim of boring her when he excused himself, an action that halted her tongue and left her blinking in confusion for a second. Karst managed a somewhat bewildered 'Okay' in reply, then followed him with her eyes. The first thing she noticed was Qa'Nari, looking rather out of place as a hulk of dark fur and armor next to the door, and she smiled, glad that he'd made it. When she realized he'd been talking to someone (her Khajiiti hearing was rather dulled by both the tavern's buzzing and the ale), her eyes settled on a lean, dark-skinned form. Briefly, she stared at him, feeling she was missing something, but her brain sorted itself out in short order and when it did, the Khajiit let out a short, surprised laugh.
Vivian? Holy hell, he's about the last one I expected to show up..
Both not wanting to interrupt Jartod and curious to see how both cat and mer reacted to the Redguard's outgoing attitude, she took a sip of her alcohol, setting it down just in time to see a slender hand grab it and scoot it aside. Her body tensed to take an attack, but when she actually looked over she found a familiar face smiling back.
"You do realize you won't be able to brief the others if you drink too much," Mia's gentle voice filled Karst's ears almost the instant she laid eyes on the healer. Karst's face broke out in a grin, "I'm glad you had something.. intriguing to bring us all back together like this.."
"Oh my gods, Mia!" Karst squeaked both in surprise and elation. Scarcely had Mia finished speaking than she had arms wrapped about her, the Khajiit closing her eyes as her head rested on the Breton's shoulder, nose in her hair. When she spoke again, her voice was comically muffled. "I hoped you'd come! I missed you so much.."
Despite her glee, Karst managed not to entirely crush her friend and, after a long embrace, Karst backed off, holding Mia's shoulders and smiling.
"How have you guys been? I haven't seen you in..," Karst paused in her excitement, then giggled, "Well, about eight months, but.. it feels like a damn eternity! What've you girls been up to?"
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Post by Chriso on Jan 2, 2010 11:44:00 GMT
The Dunmer replied quickly, and with much wit. The smile on his face glowed with confidence, and the smoothness of his words supported that.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for Emperor Martin to get out of the statue and walk again,” Vivian responded, unfolding his arms and lazily gesturing at Karst. "I spent the entire Crisis with that insane furball, it’s only courteous of me to let you spend some time with her."
Jartod boomed a healthy laugh at the Dark Elf’s joke; the Redguard didn’t mind this type of man: forward, confident, out with his emotions and reasonably funny. Reminds me of me! Jartod laughed inwardly at the thought, and another smirk appeared on his face. However, before the man could respond, the lean Dunmer continued his mocking introduction.
"And if I look like a plank, you must be color blind." Vivian thumbed at himself, referring to the steel gray color of his skin. "The name is Vivian Marcy. And considering you were just talking with Karst, I presume you are joining me and my new friend here on her little joy ride to Azura knows where. Congratulations."
Once again, Jartod chuckled at Vivian’s words. This was helped by the warm tone of voice the Dunmer used at the end of his speech, which Jartod assumed was a sign of friendship… or at least civility.
“I like your style, my man! A guy with a sense of humour is okay by me, even if it is the lowest form of wit — y’know, sarcasm and all that,” Jartod said jokingly. “Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself; the name’s Jartod, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Vivian. Thankfully for you, I imagine you’ll get to know me quite well over the course of this adventure.” Jartod ended with a wink.
Before going to sit back down, the Redguard noticed the Cathay-raht Vivian was previously taking to standing by himself in the background, looking rather nervous and even more fidgety than at first — his face giving off a sense of awkwardness. Jartod couldn’t help but feel that was his fault, and intended to make up for it. He approached him with a relaxed walk and a comforting smile.
“I’m guess it’s the obvious to assume you’re with Vivian and looking for Karst, right? Then stop looking so shaky, my friend; I’m not gonna eat you!” he said nicely, patting the Cathay on the shoulder.
Not wanting to strike up another conversation and hold everyone up, Jartod turned and addressed the two loudly, trying to get his voice heard amongst the noises of drunkenness, ranging from people falling down and glasses being smashed. “How about we all get this show on the road and take a seat? I’m sure you’re begging to get on with the fun, yeah?” Wanting to look inviting, the Redguard yet again smiled toothily.
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 2, 2010 12:31:54 GMT
Before she was able to get a breath in, just as she suspected, Mia was crushed beneath the grip of one of Karst's famous hugs. When the Khajiit spoke again, Mia couldn't hear her, since she was talking through the breton's hair. This made Mia laugh lightly as Karst broke from the embrace and was able to take a breath at last.
"How have you guys been? I haven't seen you in..," Karst paused in her excitement, then giggled, "Well, about eight months, but.. it feels like a damn eternity! What've you girls been up to?"
The words she spoke would have made anyone else wonder if the Khajiit had too much to drink but the question made her smile. "Yes.. it has been quite a while hasn't it.. Well i still have been travelling because.. well i guess the trail hasn't gone cold for my persuers yet.." Mia said as she remembered the reason why she still had to hide her face from the public.
Being a Seducer she could easily change her apperance to hide in plain sight.. but the woman knew that if she continued to change then she wouldn't be herself anymore. After a moment of silence she looked back up patting her pack beside her."I still have your gift that you sent with the letter, and i think that you did well to contrast both of our tastes." Mia continued and fiddled with the ring on her finger. It was silver and had a gem in the middle was was half diamond and half ruby, and it reminded her to gaze back up at Vivian.
"So.. you were able to find him as well after all of this? Did he tell you about what had happened to his face?" She asked a little worried at what the Dunmer may have been through. but the mark was undeniably daedric. No blade would leave a mark like that and take a part of the ear off so crudely.
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Post by FC4 on Jan 2, 2010 23:00:15 GMT
Full of yourself much, kid? Vivian thought as Jartod responded, adding a comment that showed immense egotism. Fortunately for me, huh? Well what if I don't want to get to know you well? You're hardly all that. Wearing your emotions on your sleeve... Vivian tried always to avoid doing that. Truly, the closest he got to being like Jartod was when he felt social and humorous. Those times had become more frequent since the Crisis, but it was hardly a mainstay of his persona.
“How about we all get this show on the road and take a seat? I’m sure you’re begging to get on with the fun, yeah?” The Redguard smiled toothily and rose his voice to try and get over the din of the room. Bar brawls were not uncommon, so Vivian didn't think twice, stepped forward, and grabbed at the Redguard's collar.
"Did it ever occur to you that she might want to keep this out of the public?" He snapped coldly, referring to Karst's little adventure. "Perhaps she does not want to draw attention, which is why she chose a bar where nobody cares if you bunch in a corner and chat. Not everyone here was contacted by her." He stepped away from the Redguard as if he'd never tried to grab him.
"Not all of us want to be pointed out in the crowd. Be friendly, but try and be sensible." Vivian calmly added, his eyes flicking over to Karst, who was now attack-hugging the robed person, but he could not hear the conversation over the bar ruckus.
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Post by Vicorva on Jan 3, 2010 9:31:19 GMT
Qa'Nari watched with only minor understanding of what was passing between the Redguard and Vivian. Jartod had said things that made him seem somewhat egotistic, but then, perhaps Vivian was like that on the inside.
He watched as Vivian's jaw clenched and muscles tensed, and knew what was about to happen. he recognised the physical signs of anger at least; or rather, the physical signs prior to an attack.
"Did it ever occur to you that she might want to keep this out of the public?" Vivian's voice was low, still not raising loud enough, even in his anger, to draw attention. Frost could have erupted from his lips, it was that cold. "Perhaps she does not want to draw attention, which is why she chose a bar where nobody cares if you bunch in a corner and chat," he continued, not moving his eyes from Jartod's. "Not everyone here was contacted by her."
Qa'Nari secretly felt that Karst probably didn't care, because she was rather conspicuous in this bar and had put posters up all over Cyrodiil. That was usually a sign of openness, but he supposed a more discreet discussion might now happen.
Nonetheless, Jartod's loudness was making the feline edgy, and he could see how Vivian might snap. He gathered his resolve, and then stepped closer to them, a large, calm presence. With his sword in a sack at his back, it was hard to think of him as close to violence. "Perhaps we should sit down," he said in an even voice, his tail swishing gently. "Quietly," he added. He did not appear to have much more to say- some might have tried to calm this conversation with humour, but 'Nari did not know these men well enough to know how his jokes might fall, and besides, he couldn't see how it might help the situation.
He waited for Jartod to go and sit down, having resolved to put himself between Vivian and Jartod. It was not that he thought the dunmer would attack, but the large redguard might have a parting comment that would yet get a rise out of Vivian.
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Post by Aulakauss on Jan 4, 2010 17:25:36 GMT
[ooc] We should wait for Zelly before going much further, methinks. And here goes Vivian's theory.. [/ooc]With her ears and face covered by Mia's dark locks, the.. disagreement between Jartod and Vivian went entirely unnoticed, and even though she vaguely heard the Redguard's playful yell, dismissed it as bar noise. As she let go and Mia spoke, Karst listened attentively, her ears tilted up and tail swishing lightly behind her chair. As with Jartod, though to a greater degree, her ears and face changed expression as her friend spoke, showing concern when Mia's continued pursuit was mentioned, then happiness at hearing that the clothing she'd sent, tailored to both Demona and Mia's tastes and bodies. Karst laughed and slipped in a few words explaining how she'd told the tailor to which she'd presented her designs that she had a Sarpa friend, thus the slots for wings to protrude. When she asked about Vivian, Karst tweaked one snowy ear to the side and shrugged. "I don't really know. I didn't actually meet with any of you guys like I did for the others. I just sent the place, date and time with the letter, like I did for you. Honestly, I didn't expect to see 'im at all," Karst explained truthfully, "His face looked fine when I saw it just a sec ago, though." Absently, Karst's hand wandered over to her glass of ale as she finished, more out of habit than actually being thirsty. Mia gave her a sharp whack on the back of her wrist, like a mother disciplining a child that was trying to get into something. "You don't need any more of that, Karst. If you're thirsty, there's water," the healer chastised gently, "You sound like you're getting tipsy already." Karst flicked her ears back and glared playfully. "C'mon, Mia, I'm not a kitten," Karst complained, then gave another grab with the same result. Pausing a moment, she thought, then grinned and stuck her hand over Mia's face, grabbed at the drink again, but yelped quietly and recoiled as the Breton bit her. With a grin, Mia swiped the glass and drained the last bit. "There. Now there's nothing you can do," Mia laughed, though her her grin faded a bit as she saw a fiendish one spreading over Karst's. Springing from her seat, she tackled her friend to the ground, holding her by her shoulders. "You own me an ale, wench," Karst laughed, "Pay up."
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 4, 2010 17:38:51 GMT
Not noticing what she did, for the result that came swiftly after, Mia looked a little stunned at the attack, but realised Karst wasn't angry by the sound of the laugh. But still the Khajiit was tipsy and the Breton thought that she had forgotten about the company they were in to be making a move like she did. "You will get that ale once you sober up Missy" Mia said and laughed at the situation they were in. The hood of the robe had fallen and her face was now in plain sight to all, but many of the patrons didn't even notice the girl beneath the mass of fur above her.
Thinking that Karst wasn't holding her down that hard, Mia began to try and move away, but found that she was pinned down hard. "Come now this isn't nice.. but if you want to play it rough.." Mia thought as she said this and then grinned as her hand reached for the Khajiit's twitching tail, and yanked it firmly, but not hard enough to hurt. "Then i'm going to play rough, you should know this by now" Mia finished and laughed again.
Karst responded in a yelp and her grip on the Healer weakened, allowing Mia to grab the Khajiit under the armpit and push her off of her. Before Karst could react, Mia now had pinned the Khajiit down. "I guess the situation is reversed now isnt it?" Mia said with a grin. "And i down have a tail you can pull, so i think i may have won this little dispute" With that the Breton poked her tounge out.
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Post by Aulakauss on Jan 4, 2010 20:37:20 GMT
Karst giggled at Mia as she struggled to get free, her tail curling this way and that as she smiled toothily at her 'victim.' She pushed down one of Mia's more spirited attempts to push free and leaned a bit closer.
"Struggle all ya want, dear. You're gonna get me that ale or I'm not letting you up," Karst said sweetly, "You should know better than to get between me and my spirits."
"Come now this isn't nice.. but if you want to play it rough..," Mia said, and Karst felt a hand grasp the base of her tail, then yank sharply. A tingling sensation shot up her spine and she shivered, letting out a small cry of surprise. Mia finished her thought with a laugh. "Then I'm going to play rough, you should know this by now."
Taking advantage of her surprise-weakened grip, the girl flipped her on her back and put her in the same position she'd been in a second ago.
"I guess the situation is reversed now isn't it?" Mia said with a grin, "And I don't have a tail you can pull, so I think I may have won this little dispute." As she finished her piece, the Breton stuck her tongue out at her.
"Maybe I can't pull your tail, but..," Karst smirked, reached up and pinched Mia's tongue between two claws before giving a gentle tug, "I can pull this."
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Post by Chriso on Jan 4, 2010 21:43:18 GMT
Whatever thoughts Jartod previously has about Vivian had been completely washed away. It was obvious that the Redguard judged people too quickly, and he would need to make a mental note on that.
"Did it ever occur to you that she might want to keep this out of the public?" He snapped coldly, referring to Karst's little adventure. "Perhaps she does not want to draw attention, which is why she chose a bar where nobody cares if you bunch in a corner and chat. Not everyone here was contacted by her."
The words were not what bothered Jartod so immensely; it was Vivian grabbing his collar as if he owned him, as if he was better and could do anything he wanted. It invaded Jartod’s personal space far too much – so far that he could smell Vivian’s angry breath.
Anything else Vivian said was completely and utterly blocked out by the emotions buzzing around in Jartod’s head. Most of them were rage and fury, but there was the odd one that calmly told him not to react, for it would only heat things up even more. Thankfully for everyone, the few thoughts telling Jartod to relax somehow penetrated through all the anger, and managed to reach the man’s senses. So, in the place of belting Vivian in the jaw, Jartod closed his eyes and clenched his fists tight, slowly allowing himself to cool down. Attentively, he opened his eyes and looked down on the Dunmer – his eyes large and piercing.
Jartod wasn’t going to shout, nor was he going to swear, but was going to give Vivian a piece of his mind… that was before the Cathay stepped in between them.
"Perhaps we should sit down," he said in an even voice, his tail swishing gently. "Quietly," he added. Jartod couldn’t really decipher much about the Khajiit from his brief command, but he seemed neutral – and that was fine.
The Redguard looked at the Cathay, his face showing little emotion – something that was a first for him. “Yeah, you’re right; perhaps we should split. But elf,” Jartod addressed the Dunmer, “do not ever touch me like that again. Believe me when I say this: it won’t go down well for you.”
With that, Jartod turned stiffly, and lumbered back toward his seat, the sound of shattered glass crunching as he did so. However, it wasn’t all bad: the sight of Karst and another woman (whom Jartod presumed would be going on the adventure with them) play fighting on the floor – despite the mess littering it – raised his spirits a little. Then again, any sign of friendship made him happy, and the two fighting was a very big sign of them being pals. He didn’t know the human with Karst, but made the assumption she was friendly enough; though, would he come to regret that assumption? The Redguard decided not to dwell on it; he just passed them with a weak, forced laugh.
Why in Oblivion did I even bother with this? Jartod thought as he gently sipped his beer. I mean, what was that guy’s problem? I don’t know, I guess even being friendly comes with a price to pay – as do most things…
Upon further thinking, a sad thought popped up in Jartod’s head: what if the Dunmer had a point? He didn’t want to believe it, but the Redguard couldn’t help but feel that maybe he was too noisy; maybe he was too boisterous; maybe he was too intruding. Sure, he had the right to feel invaded when Vivian grabbed him – but is it really much different from almost shouting in someone’s face, even if the intentions are good? Yes, it’s definitely different. I try to be nice, and there ain’t nothing wrong with that. That prick of a mer can go screw himself.
Sombrely, Jartod slouched in his chair and drank. Though he was depressed, he refrained from drinking too much. Instead, the Redguard sat in his own thoughts, which seemed to drown out all the clamorous noise from within the Float. For once, he didn’t really want to socialise.
OOC: FC4, if you intended to respond to Jartod in some manner before he went to sit down, I'm sorry - but I couldn't really see Jartod just standing there.
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 5, 2010 0:14:17 GMT
"Maybe I can't pull your tail, but..," Karst smirked, reached up and pinched Mia's tongue between two claws before giving a gentle tug, "I can pull this."
Mia wasn't expecting Karst to pull her tongue and she let go of her grip to try and grab Karst's hand that was pinching her. "Ow, Ow, Ow" Mia said, though it sounded strange because of her tongue being held.
As she did this, the redguard came back and sat down again, and Mia began to realise that they weren't exactly in a private area. Still in her strange voice she added "Maybe we should stop this? But still you arent getting another drink until you talk to the others" She looked down at the Khajiit as she looked back up at Vivian and then back down, not knowing what he thought about all of this.
"Just at least let go of my tongue"
As they were still play-fighting, Some patron actually began cheering in their drunken state. If Karst had wanting this to be an inconspicuous meeting, then that ideal went out of the window the secon she pounced on the breton. It almost reminded her of something that happened 8 months prior, that made her laugh inside. Then again that was something completely different, and less in the open.
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Post by Kleidium on Jan 5, 2010 7:05:32 GMT
Odeen, in an increased state of distress, began to pick up his pace once he actually reached the waterfront, where the smell of fish and water met his senses. Being an Argonian, it didn't bother him at all, but it was still a foreign smell to him, as he almost never took advantage of his gift of being at home on land and in water. Too many slaughterfishes... The alchemist thought, as he reached the entrance to the Bloated Float itself. After being shoved aside by an exiting patron, he made it in. Luckily, it seemed that not many had noticed his presence, and were too busy paying attention to the other two champions, messing around on the floor.
Odeen was glad, yet puzzled. Stepping over toward them, he bent down and took Karst's clawed hand off of Mia's tongue. "Now Karst...you know that's not nice. But it does draw a lot of attention, eh?" He jested, laughing awkwardly. A couple drunkards had booed at his action.
"C'mon lizard, it was just gettin' good!" One said, groaning.
Ignoring this, Odeen continued speaking, his old timid side revealing itself fully. "I'm terribly sorry...am I late? I mean, I wasn't trying to be late, really! I had some work to do, and I figured it would be best to do it before I came here...I figured you wouldn't mind..." The alchemist explained in detail, eyes looking anywhere else but at her and Mia. He felt more awkward than he had felt in years.
"It's just that girl, you know, the one I told you about? She needed some more potions, but no one would oblige her, so I had to go ahead and make them so I wouldn't feel too bad for her...but hey, she can be happy that her vials are on the way now, I'm sure, and I can be happy knowing that if she destroys the university, I won't be there to get strangled by vines stirred to life by her experiments...!" He finished, then became silent, fully realizing how much he had just said.
Gods..! I hate ranting like this! Now it's gonna be all awkward!!
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Post by DarkNova50 on Jan 6, 2010 6:32:19 GMT
Shit...shit...shit!
That same word continued to repeat itself, over and over again, in Lance's mind, as he dashed frantically for the Waterfront of the Imperial City. The other pedestrians on the road presented him with an entire array of confused expressions and surprised gasps as he rushed past them.
Today of all days...why did I have to be late!?
He'd met with the young Khajiit woman he hoped was still at the Bloated Float, Karst, a few weeks earlier. She'd been busy gathering up other supposed 'Champions of Cyrodiil,' as well as several other adventurers who she deemed fit to tag along on...whatever crackpot mission she had planned.
And Lance, always eager for a good adventure, had happily signed on. And now he was late. He just hoped they hadn't left without-
"Idiot! Watch out!"
Lance snapped back to reality just in time to collide with a pair of men, carrying a large wooden crate from a nearby ship to a warehouse on the docks. The crate slammed into the street with a harsh crack, and dozens upon dozens of rats quickly scurried out from the ruined container.
"Oi! Those there are live rats from Morrowind, they are!" One of the two men barked angrily. "Meant for the restaraunt, they were! You gotta lot of explainin' to do, you-" He stopped mid-sentence as Lance scrambled back to his feet, and continued rushing towards the Bloated Float.
"Eh, where the hell you goin', kid!?"
"Sorry fellas!" Lance yelled back, leaving the two men to deal with the mess.
After some more running, he finally arrived: the Bloated Float. At that point more concerned about actually arriving than making a half decent entrance, Lance refused to slow down, instead barging in through the door at break neck speed.
There was a surprised gasp from one of the nearby waitresses, who regarded Lance with a semi-frightened expression. He waved her off, however, and quickly spotted the white Khajiit he'd met before, Karst.
Only now, she was on top of another woman. A Breton, if he wasn't mistaken.
"Uh, I assume I'm not interrupting anything?" Lance piped up, fishing inside his shirt for a writhing mass of fluff. He produced a small, brown rat several seconds later, and let it fall casually to the floor with a high pitched squeak, before it scurried off somewhere. As he looked around the boat made tavern, he realized that he wasn't sure who the other adventurers were, exactly, and so spoke to nobody in particular.
"So, what I miss?"
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Post by Anticlere on Jan 6, 2010 18:02:16 GMT
Yet another figure was making its way through the thickening darkness on that most busy evening for the Bloated Float. The darkness hiding the face of the person made it hard to determine whether this man was a man or a woman; if it was a man, it was certainly not one of a strong build, the grey cloak doing little to make the traveller look more imposing.
I have to say, this is kind of... exciting! Nelson smiled to himself, increasing his pace. The people still on the emptying streets and alleys of the Waterfront paid little attention to him, but it was best not to linger outside in such a place - it was a dangerous district to spend a night in, and not the kind of place the ex-squire frequented. He had to admit knowing awfully little of the inner workings of the lower class; he never made much contact with them, and the brief episode of his life when he had to live in the streets of Anvil did little to teach him the ways of the poor. However, right now the Waterfront itself wasn't the young man's greatest concern.
I know master would say I'm not supposed to get excited over such things... But I guess I'm not a knight anymore, so I can say for sure that this is exciting! It isn't frequent for one to meet a person as important as a Champion of Cyrodiil... I wonder if they'll be as impressive as the Divine Crusader? They should be... Almost childishly happy about the fact he'd get to meet such heroes and perhaps even travel with them for a longer amount of time he stopped, forgetting the fact he was late, and leaned against the stone rail. The moons were rising; he loved those moments between night and day.
He had a chance to speak with this Karstine, one of the famous Champions. Their talk was very brief, and Nelson wasn't sure what to make of it; the Khajiit seemed quite unlike what he'd expected. Certainly nothing like the Divine Crusader. Letting his thoughts wander for a bit, he rubbed his chin, feeling the beard that was beginning to crop up again. He'd have to remember to shave soon.
Taking a few more moments to admire Lake Rumare, Nelson sighed dreamily and fixed his eyes on the lights of the Bloated Float; the boat-inn wasn't too far away. Or was it the Floated Boat..? No, I don't think that makes sense. But then are inn names supposed to?
Stopping before the sign, he smiled. The Bloated Float it is, after all. No worse than 'Drunken Dragon Inn', I suppose... Can dragons even get drunk? Stepping on the gangplank, he took a careful look behind him - just in case - and then stepped into the pleasurable warmth of the Float.
He found a bit of a commotion inside; asides from what he presumed to be the local regulars, there was a rather large and colourful group that consisted of people that couldn't be taken for anything else but adventurers, mercenaries and the like. The locals didn't seem to mind them, though, which seemed like a good omen to Nelson. Last thing he wanted was to get involved in a fight with some drunks.
Muttering a short prayer to Dibella for luck as he closed the door behind him, Nelson moved towards the group, stopping slightly off to the side and wrapping himself tighter in his cloak. He wasn't exactly very cold, but it made him feel somewhat safer; he wasn't sure what to expect from these people. For some reason this reminded him the times he'd watch knights set off on tasks for the order. He'd always get left behind...
I'm not staying behind now. Not this time... Biting his lip, he mustered all his determination, waiting for someone to speak to him and hoping that someone wouldn't turn out to be a man of a dubious background.
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Post by FC4 on Jan 6, 2010 19:38:47 GMT
The Redguard grit his teeth, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists, giving distinct bodily signs that he was quite infuriated with Vivian's actions. However, just as the Dunmer let go and Jartod looked ready to snap, Nari stepped in, putting a sizable junk of furry flesh between the two bickering men.
"Perhaps we should sit down," Qa'Nari said in an even voice, his tail swishing gently. "Quietly," he added. The combined calm and sternness of his demand only added to Vivian's attempts to calm himself. Only just as Jartod started to react, he'd realized he'd jumped, and he had sworn to try and be less edgy during the meeting.
“Yeah, you’re right; perhaps we should split. But elf,” Jartod addressed the Dunmer, “do not ever touch me like that again. Believe me when I say this: it won’t go down well for you.”
Vivian gave Jartod not even an ounce of a reaction as he gave the threat across Qa'Nari's shinning metal chest. He simply watched the Redguard with calm, blank eyes, focusing on calming himself. Once the Redguard had left, Vivian's field of view finally included Karst, and the woman she wrestled with on the floor. The robed figure from before had been revealed, her hood falling during the giggling struggle. And the face he saw made a plain reaction on his face.
"Yeah, lets... let's sit down." Vivian muttered, breaking his eyes from the woman and turning to an empty table, sitting down with his back to Mia and Karst. What is she doing here?! His mind screamed, one hand unconsciously moving to the diamond necklace around his neck.
"Apologies for that, Qa'Nari. I've..." he sighed "been a little on edge lately, working on that." She's been gone so long. Left without telling me her destination, no contact... just left. How did Karst... why did she come? He realized his was fingering the necklace and promptly stopped, looking up at the Khajiit and forcing his old, friendly calm to return.
"So, might I ask why Karst contacted you? Or why you decided to come for the job, as the case may be." Vivian corrected, recalling the posters, and suddenly feeling even stupider for his outburst to Jartod. But he set that aside, ignoring everything and focusing on the conversation with Qa'Nari to calm himself.
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