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Post by shadow666 on Jan 7, 2010 0:51:22 GMT
As Mia struggled to get Karst's hand off of her tongue, a scaly one did it for her. The voice that spoke after that was unmistakable. "Odeen!" Mia said in surprise as she stood up and then saw the commotion caused about them. "I apologise everyone.. the show is going to have to end now" She said and ignored the booing that followed. Mia held out her hand to Karst as she turned back around.
"I think more people have came in, so i think you may want to be presentable Karst.. After all you are the fearless leader this time, and we don't want the others to think that you are a drunk that isn't serious about a matter that could be important." Mia said quietly and then noticed that Vivian had sat down with his back behind her, making her frown.
Why is he doing this? she asked herself as she dusted herself off, but realised that there was stain all over the robe. Shrugging she reached down to the base of the robe, pulling it up and over her head, revealing black tight-fitting pants, and a black-red vest type shirt, with some cleavage visible.
A few of the patrons whistled at her and she looked down, and groaned. Since when was i wearing this?! she thought inside her head and looked back at the table. "He is sooo.. going to get the wrong idea.." she muttered to herself as she returned to holding her hand out to Karst.
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Post by Vicorva on Jan 7, 2010 14:03:28 GMT
OOC: Can I make a second character Aula? Pleeeaassse? I only want to be involved in one RP at the moment (this one), but I feel the need to include one more character at least.
Also, I now have Shivering Isles! At long last! IC:
It was, in all honesty, an unpleasant situation all around. The inn was full of sweaty, burly men, many of whom were now placing bets upon a scrap between his cousin and a courtesan, a battle overseen by an argonian whose nervous manner and twitchy stance made him look as anxious as 'Nari himself felt.
Of those going on Karst's adventure, already two had fallen at odds with one another, a tension which, although Qa'Nari found it hard to understand, he could read the body language well enough to see a fight in the making.
Qa'Nari was somehow exempt from this atmosphere, however, shedding the tense edge as if it were loose fur in summer. He sat himself down at a table not too close to where Karst was wrestling, and began to unbuckle his armour, wanting to take the chance to get comfortable. His heavy pack landed with a clank beside him as he loosened the straps on his orcish mail.
His ears twitched as he unarmoured, and he looked up to see Vivian scooting out a chair and settling into it. He blinked his blue eyes in surprise.
"Apologies for that, Qa'Nari." The dark elf's voice was full of regret, and perhaps slight embarassment. Qa'Nari tilted his head slightly in confusion, even as he unstrapped the metal plating for one of his greaves, the trousers underneath in need of pressing.
Sorry? What for?
"I've... been a little on edge lately. Working on that," he added ruefully. The khajiit stared calculatingly in the manner of cats, trying to proccess his words. Perhaps his actions had been somewhat socially unacceptable? Hard to believe, considering the goings on even now in the bloated float. Was he seeking reassurance? His body told a strange story- his muscles were taut, as if restraining himself from fliight, and he was obssessively touching a chain around his neck. His eyes were focusing on something Qa'Nari could not see.
To Qa'Nari, he looked a little mad.
Conversation was so difficult. He would have been happy just to sit quietly. He set aside his cuirass.
"Eh... don't worry," the cathay offered, hoping to draw Vivian from whatever was occupying him.
The dunmer visibly rallied, though whether from Qa'Nari or his own internal resolve, the cathay did not know.
"So," he said. "Might I ask why Karst contacted you?"
What a strange turn of phrase, thought Qa'Nari. By saying that, you already have asked.
"Or why you decided to come for the job, as the case may be," he added, and Qa'Nari was puzzled to see that he did, in fact, know about the posters. Why had he been so tough on Jartod then?
'I've been a little on edge...'
The cathay shrugged. "I remembered Karst's name as a champion. Zeterra, same as my Ma's name, same as mine. I figured she was kin. And I like to explore," he added His tail swished nervously, and his eyes looked troubled. "You get tired of walking the same paths over and over again. Need to see new things, do new things. And I thought it'd be nice to see people again."
He scratched behind one his ears with three long claws, and looked at Vivian expectantly for his own story. That's how it works, right?
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Post by Aulakauss on Jan 8, 2010 0:23:25 GMT
[ooc] Of course you can make a second character, Illusionary! The more the merrier. Congrats on getting the Shivering Isles, too. I guarantee you will love it. [/ooc]
A cool, scaled hand removed her own from Mia's tongue and the sound of Odeen's voice accompanied the action. She listened to him go on about a girl he'd told her of (and complained about) before, smiling from underneath Mia all the while. When the girl got up, Karst ignored the booing, stood and draped her arms about the Argonian's neck, resting her head on his collar.
"It's okay, Odeen, I know you're busy a lot. I'm just glad you could come along. I'd feel weird without you around," Karst said honestly. After seeing him almost daily for the last seven years straight, she couldn't imagine life without the scaly alchemist. She broke the embrace after a couple seconds and excused herself to greet the others, pausing in her journey only to ask a waitress to get Odeen some tea.
Avoiding Qa'Nari and Vivian, who seemed to be busy talking (the fact that Vivian was talking to a stranger impressed her and she didn't want to interrupt), she greeted Lance with a lopsided smile on her face, having heard his questions while still underneath the healer. She had to look up a whole seven inches to see his face.
"Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything. I just had to make sure Mia knew she owed me an ale," the Khajiit explained casually, "As for what you've missed, I'm waiting for everyone to get here before I say much, so nothing, really."
Everyone makes me feel tiny.. Karst sighed internally as she looked up at the man, though her memories of her first encounter with Lance, at least what she could remember, made her chuckle. Been years since I woke up with a hangover that bad..
Another person came in, a young man who reminded her oddly of a nobleman despite his relatively simple outfit. Even after meeting with him, she wasn't quite sure what to think of the man. Placing a few coins in Lance's hand, she excused herself from him as well, instructing him to get himself a drink while he waited and approaching the newcomer.
"Heya, Nelson! Glad to see you could make it," Karst said cheerily as she came up and patted him in the shoulder, "Why don't'cha sit down, chat with some of the others and get yourself something to drink while we wait? Just ask 'em to put it on my tab. I'll explain everything once we're all here."
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 8, 2010 14:59:16 GMT
After Karst had gotten up, she went on to talk with a few of the others that Mia assumed were coming along with them on their journey. the healer glanced at the largish table where Vivian and the other Khajiit were sitting, and after taking a few deep breaths, decided to be bold (which Mia never did on her own before) and moved over to the table, and sat across from Vivian so that he couldn't have his back to her anymore and would have to look at her at some point.
Why is he avoiding eyecontact.. I thought he would understand.. Mia thought to herself and could hear a scoffing laugh at the back of her head.
He was probably thinking more about himself and his little problems than ours Demona said making Mia sigh in agreement.
What was i supposed to say though.. "Vivian i have to leave you, because i have the rest of the Crimson dawn after me, along with many daedra hunters.. oh and the entire deadlands wants me too.." Oh yea he would have definately understood that i am public enemy number one and that bring around me is going to have him killed as well.. Mia replied and again she looked up noticing the scar.
What happened to his face?! she almost screamed out but it was kept inside her head.
Daedroth definitely.. nice clean swipe too, he doesn't have much of an ear left. One of the summoned ones must have found our little getaway and only found Vivian there Demona commented, and Mia turned her head away from Vivian, and began fidgiting with her ring again.
I hope that he didn't think that i set a trap on him.. Especially since he proposed to me.. Mia thought silently as she sighed and gazed back up to see her necklace she had given Vivian, still around his neck. well he has that still.. so maybe he understands at least the reason why i gave him that
Mia was glad that no one was a telepath.. otherwise they might be wondering why there was two distinct personalities having a conversation.
After Mia started thinking about the proposal Demona could be heard groaning.
You do realise that you are a personality of me, you aren't exactly real you know.. why are you wanting to go ahead with this? Demona said annoyed with what Mia what thinking about.
Look you had no memories of who you were and i was created from the void. so i am as real as you are Demona, and besides can't you just let me be with him.. you have lived an eternity.. i have only been in existance for a spec, and my form is aging.. when i die then you will be completly yourself again.. so let me have this small fraction of time in control and with the one i love.. Mia argued back and made Demona groan again.
Fine.. have your fun, but you do realise i won't be trapped inside your head through this entire trip.. a Seducer has to spread her le- i mean wings every so often to feel refreshed.. This comment made Mia squeal in disgust.
I know what you meant! but as long as you change your appearance so it doesn't look like me then do whatever you want.. i don't want Vivian to think you are me..
Demona laughed at this, and if she had a face inside of Mia's mind it would be grinning manically.
But you are so innocent looking, men love an innocent 'looking' girl! but fine i will do this small thing to give you at least some dignity in this world
thank you.. now can i have my own space for a bit? i need to clear my thoughts before i can scavenge the courage to speak to him after so long.. Mia thought once more and then Demona stopped talking, leaving Mia's mind her own again for at least a while anyways.
The healer then rested her arms on the table, and lay her head in her outstretched hands, her ring clearly visible, as she gazed back around the table.
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Post by Vicorva on Jan 8, 2010 15:20:57 GMT
The courtesan sat down at the table, and Qa'Nari visibly stiffened, his nostrils flaring. His mouth was set, and it was clear he was no longer in a state to be talking. But juding by the slightly demented shifting of emotions across the courtesan's face and longing gaze she kept sending to Vivian, there was something more happening here than he would want to witness.
Should he go? Should he stay? What did Vivian have to do with this woman? He hadn't thought Vivian would be so ignoble as to illicit such services.
The woman squealed disgustedly at something 'Nari couldn't see. He flinched. Then she suddenly laid across the table, head on arms, staring around at them. Her low shirt was now in a very revealing position, and Qa'Nari's eyes were drawn there immediately. His eyes snapped back up and pushed himself away from the table slightly.
Breathing heavily through his nose, not wishing to smell a feminine scent in conjunction with such sights- not right now, anyway- he muttered, "Food," and swiftly left the table, knocking his armour as he went.
He didn't want anything to do with women like her. They clouded his control and made him think things he didn't need to. Especially because the smells were very, very strong to him.
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Post by Anticlere on Jan 8, 2010 15:35:16 GMT
"Heya, Nelson! Glad to see you could make it, why don't'cha sit down, chat with some of the others and get yourself something to drink while we wait? Just ask 'em to put it on my tab. I'll explain everything once we're all here." "
Nelson flinched slightly, as he had let his mind wander for a bit, thinking of the things to come. Before being brought back to the Bloated Float by Karst's welcome he had managed to realize he had no idea whatsoever where this whole party - him included - was heading. Pushing those thoughts back for now, he turned to greet the feline.
"Ah, hello! I'm sorry for being late... I got sidetracked for a bit there. I'm glad to see I didn't miss anything... much." Shooting a quick, slightly confused glance towards where the little wrestling match between the two Champions had just taken place. Having spent several years with the strict Knights of the Nine, he was unaccustomed to this kind of behaviour, and that did little to ease the flustered ex-squire.
"I'll have to turn down the offer of drink I'm afraid... I don't drink stronger drinks." His smile became somewhat meek; in a company of what seemed to be hardened adventurers, this'd make him stand out quite some. He did, however, listen to the other part of the greeting, moving towards a nearby empty chair.
"I'll be glad to join you... Hopefully the others will arrive soon." The bewildered young man's eyes flashed with excitement for a brief moment.
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Post by FC4 on Jan 8, 2010 19:44:51 GMT
OOC: Before the Mia arrival, I'd meant this posted.
IC: "So she's likely your kin then... pardon if I had not noticed the resemblance." Vivian responded when Qa'Nari finished, and leaned back in his chair. The conversation was proving capable in diverting his mind from more troubling thoughts.
Qa'Nari did not continue, however, giving Vivian a somewhat expecting look. "As for me..." He began, figuring Qa'Nari expected his own story. "Karst is actually my sister. In law. Her brother married my sister. And we are friends. Sort of." Just as he finished his response, which skirted the more secretive reasons for his involvement, Mia walked right past him and sat down. Vivian paused and glanced at her briefly. She was looking back at him with a longing, worried face. He glanced back to Qa'Nari.
"So it's familial and friendly obligation, of sorts. Can't have my sister-by-marriage wandering off and getting killed." His eyes flickered back to Mia again as she leaned forward and set her head in her hands, giving Qa'Nari a likely wonderful view of her cleavage. His mouth twitched.
Qa'Nari left with but a single word, 'Food'. And for that Vivian was grateful. Nari did not need to see that. Vivian did not want to see her in that, either. Now he saw why she was clothed in that robe of hers. A couple of patrons were giving her looks he did not fancy. When they caught his eye, they quickly looked away.
Vivian sighed, got out of his chair, and turned back to the table where the robe was laying. Wordlessly he grabbed the robe and returned, coming over to Mia and laying it over her back. "If you are going to dress that way, at least conceal yourself in public, Mia." He said softly, heading back to his seat and folding his arms, staring at her over the table. "I'm guessing Demona chose the wardrobe today."
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Post by Vicorva on Jan 8, 2010 22:06:53 GMT
OOC: I find myself intriqued by the Mia-Vivian exchange. What will happen?
And also how many more people Karst will glomp before this RP reaches its end?*popcorn* IC:
Qa'Nari edged his way through the crowd, and despite his large size and general lack of elegance, he somehow managed to considerately avoid barging past any gossipers or stepping on any brawlers.
All in all, the cathay reflected. Vivian seems like a nice enough man. He'd been calm and hadn't insulted the cathay, nor made unpleasant conversation. He hadn't forced the khajiit to speak more than he wanted to, and he had smiled occassionally, which 'Nari's mother had repeatedly told him was a good thing.
What 'Nari didn't know was how he was going to cope with an entire group of people. One man wasn't so bad for a companion, and Karstine wasn't too scary, except for her propensity for physical contact. But an entire group of people? What if he was propositioned by the woman with the low shirt? How would he deal with that? What if he made friends?
What if I can't get away at the full moon? he wondered, but he hardened his thoughts against that. These were hardened adventurers, they could handle a bear. He'd made his choice a long time ago: he was going to live free, and damn the consequences.
He shook his head; it was all too much to think about at once. Just take things one step at a time, he cautioned himself.
Speaking of which- where was the proprietor?
"Get out! I want you out of my kitchen!"
'Nari's ears pricked forwards, catching the muffled yell from behind the door. Curious, he strode around the bar and pushed the door gently open.
The altmer was towering over a prone figure upon the floor. 'Nari blinked; the figure was a small khajiit. She was blue.
"Out! OUT!" the altmer bellowed. Qa'Nari took another step in from the doorway, and he suddenly turned, looking confused.
"I... eh... you're not supposed to be in here," the altmer muttered. He turned back to the khajiit, who was getting to her feet, ears back and tail thrashing the air. She was hunched slightly, as if fearing a blow.
"I really... it was an accident." She muttered as she passed.
The altmer's eyes flashed. "Accident? You lying little sneak thief!" Sparks threatened at his fingertips, but the blue khajiit was already hissing and backing out.
Qa'Nari watched her go, then turned to the barkeep. "I was hoping to get a nice leg of mutton," he explained.
The altmer straightened his hair, carefully sticking it back up into its swirly behive. "We have a nice Morrowind spice to go with mutton," he said with forced dignity. "Let's talk price."
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Zaire couldn't believe her luck. She swung herself over the bar. Ormil was already suspicious of me, the ohmes-raht thought. This only makes things worse. He'll have that hulking brute throw me out if he has his way, and then I'll never get to ask that Zeterra woman about her adventure.
It could easily all be part of some elaborate attempt to force her out of the Imperial City. She knew they all hated her for her blue fur and strange ways. That's why the University didn't like her on their grounds, even though she'd earned the right to be an apprentice.
That was why she had to check the food. She didn't think they'd poison her, but those who knew of her susceptibility to magic were quick to place command spells on anything she might touch.
She smiled bitterly at herself. Crazy? Me? ...No, she thought. Crazy is for people who don't open their eyes and see what around them. Crazy is people who try and force themselves on others. I'm not crazyy; I'm just fine.
And at least I'm not trying to curse people just because their different.
Technically, Zaire, they weren't trying to curse you. Didn't find any evidence, did you?
Well, not that time, maybe, but if I'm vigilant, I'll catch them if they do.
All parts of her thought had to agree that vigilance was her best bet. It'd be nice to be free of her paranoia, but who could argue when you're heart started pumping the blood, and you saw faces on the wall? There had to be something. Otherwise, why would she see it?
She bit her lip. She needed to find someone who'd stand up for her out here. Someone who'd look intimidating enough that Ormil couldn't throw her out before she'd heard Zeterra out. Her eyes found a table with a heavily scarred, rather pretty dunmer, and a masculine looking breton.
Or is it the other way around? she wondered.
"Men are men, unless they're not," she sang quietly to herself. Her voice was quite pleasant, although the tune itself was somewhat haphazard.
She could amuse herself with swapping genders for as long as she liked. Right now, she needed cover.
But the trouble was, seeking refuge amongst adventurers was pretty frightening. Especially when you're blue.
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 9, 2010 0:38:36 GMT
Mia looked down, and quickly back up again reaching behind her, and grabbing the robe to cover herself.
"Honestly i didn't realise what i was wearing underneath.. she must have been control before i headed down here.." She said quietly as she put the robe over her again to look more decent then lent back down on the table. After he spoke, the healer didn't know what to say other than that. It had been quite a long time since they had last spoken and she didn't know if he was still angry for leaving him suddenly or if he was feeling the same way, and was worried for her well being while she was away.
"I.. I didn't know what happened to you.. i did try and find out where you were to see if you were okay.. but i guess you have been moving around alot as well.." Mia continued as she fidgeted with the ring again. She didn't want to ask about the ear, as she was certain of its cause, and it wouldn't be a good conversation to start off with. So she stopped to think for a while, and then had something.
"So.. i think we need to talk.." Mia said as she continued to fiddle with the ring. She was already beginning to get nervous about talking about it, but she really wanted to know if Vivian was the same as he was the night before she had left him because of her pursuers.
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Post by FC4 on Jan 9, 2010 3:35:34 GMT
Vivian watched her and nodded to her answer, figuring it was indeed Demona in charge when that provocative outfit was chosen. Mia knew Vivian despised such outfits in public. He kept his arms folded and watched her.
She fiddled with the engagement ring he'd given her, back before she'd left him. Then her eyes glanced ever so slightly to his face, particularly his ear. Vivian was well aware of his scar, and people glancing at it sometimes put him off, sometimes made him self-conscious. In this instance, he got self-conscious and turned his head, looking away so she could not see it.
"So... I think we need to talk.." Mia finally proclaimed, and Vivian turned his head slowly back to look her directly in the eyes.
"Yes, we do need to talk." He acknowledged, but the words came out in a reserved manner. Truthfully, Vivian didn't trust himself right now around her. It had been so long since they last talked, embraced, kissed, and he'd missed her terribly throughout his time under the Empire's employ. Her exit from his life was not his preferred method of distancing, despite the Daedric dangers.
But he couldn't trust himself to maintain composure and privacy here.
"But not here, Mia. Not now. We will talk later, when all this with Karst is done. Where are you currently staying?" He asked, leaning forward to rest his crossed elbows on the table.
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Post by Kleidium on Jan 9, 2010 19:28:06 GMT
Odeen smiled in relief, despite feeling quite embarrassed that he had ranted slightly.
Seeing Karst walk away and simultaneously order tea for him, he felt the need to sit down. Finding a chair not too far away from the familiar faces of Vivian and Mia, he peered about the mass of drunken louts and casual drinkers alike.
He spotted Nelson, and automatically wondered if he were as timid as himself. He wasn't sitting far away, but he didn't bother to say anything to anyone, as everyone else seemed to be enjoying someone else's company, or seemed antisocial or in a non-talkative mood. Plus, the alchemist still had trouble with meeting strangers...it's been a long while since he had to travel with a group.
Instead of talking, instead of making introductions, he began to rest his head on his arms atop the table. I think Vivian and Mia are busy talking...I haven't seen either of them in a while...everyone else seems foreign to me...then again, I don't even know how many people Karst actually spoke to. Any one of these people could be wishing to speak with her about the voyage... Odeen lazily thought to himself, finding himself anxious, yet nervous as well. The Argonian rested his bag on the floor and yawned, lifting his head up once again to gaze aimlessly at his surroundings, most often at Karst and the people he had seen her speak to.
Vivian and Mia seemed their old selves, despite a couple changes that he couldn't quite place. That Nelson guy seemed nice enough. Everyone else he drew conclusions of based on their appearance, but told himself not to take it to heart. People he felt seemed strange he decided to have no opinion of until he observed them more.
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Post by shadow666 on Jan 10, 2010 0:09:09 GMT
When Mia looked at Vivian's face, he turned the side with the scar to one side away from Mia's eyes, making her wonder why he did such a thing. But when she said they needed to talk he looked right back at her.
"Yes, we do need to talk." He acknowledged, but the words came out in a reserved manner.. almost like he wanted to say something more or do something.
"But not here, Mia. Not now. We will talk later, when all this with Karst is done. Where are you currently staying?" He asked, leaning forward to rest his crossed elbows on the table.
"Um.." Mia began trying to remember from after what had all happened. "The King and Queen.. the Innkeeper there doesnt tend to ask questions when someone pays for a week upfront" Mia said ans laughed a bit at the thought.
"After all this has been done.. going back there to talk more would be nice.." she said somewhat shyly, something she hadn't been for quite some time. But this made Demona fake being sick at the back of her head and made Mia roll her eyes.
Grow up Demona..
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Post by Agito on Jan 10, 2010 4:16:08 GMT
Reissa looked back at the Arcane University. She was down at the Waterfront now, standing on the edge of the stone walkway around the lighthouse, after quite a long walk through the Imperial City. The dusk was well in progress, making the lighting much more comfortable than bright daylight. Her robe, fluttering in the quiet breeze off the Rumare, was stained almost black by the approaching night, only a shade lighter than the exposed pants and top at her front, several darker than her golden-brown fur, but lighter than all of that were her eyes, eerily reflecting the last of the sunlight from their depths.
For a moment, she remembered all the people who had helped her get this far, and took this moment to curse them. She had almost never gotten anywhere by people helping her do things. Most of it had to do with them trying to prevent her, and her pressing on as if in direct contradiction. Sometimes, the contradiction was the fun part, and the rest was difficult work. She did acknowledge that she may owe those people quite a bit, but certainly not because she liked them.
She turned quickly, proceeding again towards her destination. It was true, she was probably already quite late, but she never seemed to have any interest in what time was what. She had no way of guessing what it was, anyway, and the informality of the proposal she had seen was nothing to imply that being late was an issue. Anything she did not learn now, she could learn later. Covering the distance between her present location and her destination had to come first. There was no ability to rearrange these two events.
It seemed but a moment that she was at her destination. The fact that she could barely remember what she was thinking on the way implied that far more time had elapsed than she remembered perceiving, but the Bloated Float was upon her. That is, unless she was upon it, instead, considering that it was a boat of sorts, but that was probably also related to perception.
As soon as her furred hand freed the door from its frame for long enough for her to enter, the atmosphere completely changed, from a contemplative quiet to a drunken roar. There were people all over the place, doing the kinds of things she hoped she never did while drunk, and certainly being louder than she usually was. It was somewhere she did not frequent specifically for the reason that it tended to give her a headache, and the sound was edging uncomfortably close to that end.
In the corner of her eye appeared a familiar face. She did not know the person well--she barely knew her name--but it was almost more than she had expected, and it was certainly more pleasing than she could have predicted. She made her approach, jarred once or twice by an off-balance drunkard, causing her to emit a soft squeak as she was almost pinned against the bar.
Reissa was not renowned for her courage, but she built it up enough to poke around someone else to behold the white Khajiit. "Hello?" she said, gaining strength as she heard and recognized her own voice. "Don't I... know you from somewhere?"
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Post by FC4 on Jan 11, 2010 2:05:06 GMT
"The King and Queen it is then." Vivian pronounced, leaning back again and unfolding his arms, hands remaining at rest on the table. "I'll visit you tonight, and we'll discuss this issue further." Vivian sighed, leaving it at that. Truthfully, he felt quite proud of himself for managing everything as well as he did. There was anger, sadness, agitation, and wonder all wrapped up in his mind about the issue between him, Mia, and Demona, but for now he'd managed to keep it all contained.
If anyone broke his calm most often, it was the duo across the table.
Vivian let his eyes leave Mia now, roaming the room and resting upon a... Well that's new. VIvian cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the blue-furred Khajiit nearby, who had just left the kitchens. In all his life, one thing he thought he'd never see would be a blue Khajiit.
But he didn't linger long on the oddity, eyes instead spotting Odeen, with his head at rest on his hands at the next table. Reaching over and tapping the lizard's shoulder, Vivian smiled. "How's it going Odeen? Long time no see, and I see you're doing better than I left you, by the looks of it."
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Post by Aulakauss on Jan 11, 2010 6:31:13 GMT
"Oh, that's okay. You didn't miss much of anything. Just go sit down and we'll be getting going here in a bit," Karst replied to the squire, getting the sense that she had somehow confused him as he left. Shrugging off the feeling, Karst went to sit on the edge of a table for a while, waiting for anyone else that might come in, drumming her claws on the wooden underside of her seat. While she sat, Karst hummed a song to herself, a little tune her mother had sung to her as a kitten. It had words, but Karst had never had the same talent for song that Tamara had posessed.
The thought of her mother, as was always the case, provoked a wave of sadness and the Khajiit's ears fell back slowly. A sigh rattled from her and she reached up to grasp the silver-and-emerald necklace hanging at her collar. Whenever the thought came to mind, Karst told herself that her mother would be proud of her if she were here now, but whenever she did, Karst couldn't help but wonder if she was lying to herself.
Mom'd be proud of what I've managed to survive, at least, Karst reassured herself, She'd be glad I didn't throw my life away.
A noise from behind snapped Karst from her thoughts and she jerked around to look over her shoulder. She had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but eventually she accepted that she had indeed just watched the proprietor of the Float chase an aquamarine colored Khajiit over the bar. The girl was an odd looking thing, even fur color aside; partly feline features, more so than Karst's but less than most of her race for sure, a pair of what Karst thought had to be the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen and bright copper hair around her blue-green face. She was still staring in equal parts disbelief and keen interest when a feline voice beside her caught her attention.
"Hello?" The voice said, Karst looking to see a Khajiiti woman in a robe speaking to her, "Don't I... know you from somewhere?"
Reaching a hand up, Karst ran her fingertips through her long, red hair a couple times before she came up with a name to put to the golden-furred face she was staring into.
Raysa? Rena? No, no.. Aw, shit, it starts with an 'R' I know that much.. Wait, I got it!
"Reissa, right? I've talked to you at the King and Queen during my shifts before," The Khajiit smiled at the mage, taller than her at this moment only because she was sitting on a table, "What's a smart kid like you doing down here on the waterfront, anyway?"
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