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Post by webster52402 on Oct 14, 2008 15:55:08 GMT
Vantustius paused, thinking for a moment before setting the flin that he had drunk so readily aside. His bottom lip puckered out as he pushed his tongue into it, looking down to the table in front of him. Why had he come here? Why was it that he was here again? He wasn't quite certain. What was it that kept him here, what was it that enticed him to remain here, when he really was... Rather out of place at the moment?
Then again, what did he have to gain by leaving? He didn't have anywhere else to go, and these people around him, though some were a bit more mean than he had hoped, were strange, all like him in some way. They all seemed... Like a group of friends that had known each other for a long time, only meeting up again recently to reform things like they were in the 'old times'. There wasn't really fighting just yet, though they argued every now and again sure, and even that mean man had come to sit down and talk with them quite innocently...
"I... Have nowhere else to go. No home." Vantustius explained after a moment of thought, shrugging. "When I saw how you all were, I felt like I could be accepted. So, I came, and..." He turned his head up towards the ceiling, innocence vanishing from his eyes for the briefest of moments. Very brief, as when he turned his gaze down to Alderin again, he flashed a goofy smile. "And, I ended up happier! So, I stay!"
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 14, 2008 16:03:21 GMT
Nika listened to Vantustius with a subdued expression, and when he grinned at Alderin, that turned into a frown. Poor guy... clearly brain-damaged. He's gotta be as old as I am, and yet he's just like a kid... I wonder what happened to him...
It could just be the result of being lonely. Perhaps that was why he loved plants so much. Gods only knew, when you were left on your own long enough, you could learn to love anything.
OOC: Vant reminds me a lot of one of my old BotA characters, Rissa. She had her eyes gouged out and was tortured into insanity, thus losing her power, but the insanity caused her to regress to a child-like state of mind. She started thinking she was nine years old.
Admittedly, Vant is just really, really innocent, but that post in particular just reminded me of it.
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Post by webster52402 on Oct 14, 2008 16:16:55 GMT
OOC: That's... Kind of messed up. xD
Plus, it makes me laugh that she just looked at Van and assumed that he's brain damaged. Dang, not a single day has gone by, and they're already looking sympathetically on the poor man.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 14, 2008 16:44:09 GMT
OOC: Yeah, I thought you'd appreciate that. Vant sorta cultivates pity, methinks. Or else rage, but maybe that's just Alderin. And you'd better get used to messed-up stuff. You're in BotA, the most miserable RP in the universe. Bad stuff ALWAYS happens. EDIT: I intend to start you out gently, though, so softies like you Web don't get too frightened.
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Post by FC4 on Oct 14, 2008 16:52:55 GMT
Glaen did a half-turn when the boy laughed at his statement of being unable to read, but his face was as unchanged as glacial ice as he gazed. There was a brief flicker of anger in his eyes, but it dissipated quickly when he turned to Zohara.
"Thank you. One woman wrote my name for me on the ledger. Maybe I can go to her for help in reading. And thank you for the food offering." But I would prefer to hunt it. Glaen thought, knowing he could not go out to hunt. Not without first gaining control of his powers. As Zohara approached the rude young man Glaen left the library and headed for the inn door, coming in slowly to approach the counter.
It didn't take long before a Khajiit approached, a rag in his hand and raising an eyebrow at the Nord. "Guild Members get free food and drink, so what'll suit your fancy? A cold mead and sandwich?" He inquired, and Glaen simply stared at the man for a moment, his confusion hidden from his expression.
"Well?"
"How did you-?"
"Looking at you reminds me of a frosted glass of liquor. All white and pasty and giving off this chilly air around it. So, I added two and two and got five." Whether that was a show of his intelligence or a joke, Glaen couldn't really tell, but simply nodded.
"Yes, cold mead and sandwich will do, thank you." He replied politely, and moved to a table by the wall, one where few people were likely to walk past, and took the seat closest to the wall so as to avoid passerby being too close to him. There he sat in what seemed to be boredom or internal thoughts, hands in his lap and back straight.
Then he slumped slightly, then he shifted a little, before finally getting out of the chair altogether and sitting on the floor. Back home most chairs were stumps or logs or benches. The back of the chair and the shape of the seat had become an annoyance for him.
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Post by adeth on Oct 14, 2008 17:24:01 GMT
Adeth actually took another step back when Zohara threatened him. Then when free food was mentioned his stomach grumbled a bit and his eyes widened. Then after the woman finally turned to him and asked his name in a soft tone he relaxed a bit.
'My uh... name is Adeth and... well...' He sounded a bit nervously trying to think of something less ridicilous. 'To be honest I uhm... don't know what brang me here.' He said and his eyes shifted from Zohara's face to the floor, walls and back. 'But I uh...hear that this is a guild of sorts.' He continued.
'Im in a need of money and a place to stay so... if you dont mind me joining.' Adeth told the woman.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 14, 2008 17:27:27 GMT
Zohara laughed. "Don't worry about it: that's what this guild is for, really. You're welcome to join, have free food, and get a room. But I expect that if we need your help, you'll do what you can."
She reached out a hand, grasping Adeth's forearm firmly in greeting. "Well, met, Adeth. I'm Zohara, as you probably know. You just sign your name in the ledger, and then you have the run of the place."
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Post by adeth on Oct 16, 2008 13:19:21 GMT
Adeth flashed a grin at the woman, appearing now alot calmer again. He had always been a bit jumpy when it came to outbursts of people, and well... he was cowardly of nature.
He gave Zohara a polite nod. 'Thanks, I uh... won't let you down and I will also stick with the guild.' Adeth said in a cheerful tone. He had actually never been in a guild before, not after a certain scene with the thieves guild. They had given him a chance to join if he stole an amulet from a house in the waterfall district of the imperial city.
As Adeth walked away from Zohara over to the small table with the sign-in paper on it he shook his head at his thoughts and hoped this wouldn't be like that.
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Post by DarkNova50 on Oct 21, 2008 1:44:47 GMT
Alderin glanced over towards the end of the counter, noting that the Nord from earlier had taken a seat there. And surprisingly, the entire room hadn't become a microcosm of the city of Dawnstar. Maybe this half-baked group of misfits won't be the death of me after all... he thought to himself, before turning back to Nika and...Vantastic? No...Vantasto? No...
Screw it, I'm sticking with Van. Damn pea brain will probably be too busy chasing butterflies in the middle of a Daedric shrine to notice anyway, Alderin thought cooly.
Nevertheless, he now directed his attention towards the two Humans, Nika in particular, even as the Khajiit bartender returned with his meal. "Yes, I've heard some rather interesting things about the 'old blood' myself. I'm sure at least half of it is propoganda perpetuated by those mental defects over at the Mage's Guild, though," he remarked, subtly glancing at Van as he said so. "However, if it really is as interesting as some of the stories portray it, it would make for a fascinating study..." Surely, with such uniquely interesting powers, and his unsurpassed knowledge of both the magical and the mundane, there were some truly fantastic experiments just waiting to be performed.
Not to mention a shot to show up that idiot brother of his.
"Speaking of which, I don't suppose either of you know where I might procure some supplies? Alloys, soul gems, things of that sort?" Alderin asked the duo. "I'll be needing several things before I can properly set up my lab."
OOC: Is it a bad thing that roleplaying Alderin is the easiest of any character I've made to date? It kind of worries me, frankly...
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Post by adeth on Oct 21, 2008 16:59:25 GMT
As Adeth was writing his name in in a style that looked as if it was written with the wrong hand, he heard mention of the old blood from the other room. What the hell is this old blood they're talking about? Adeth thought to himself.
While thinking of that, he actually wrote something a bit more than his name in the book. It read "Ares Padayn in daedric. Adeth put the quill down and walked into the bar, or rather fell down to the bar.
He stood up quickly and looked as if it never happened. Limbing to the barkeep, he ordered himself a cider. After getting it, Adeth turned to speak with the others. 'Uh... Could anyone tell me what is this old blood?' He asked uncertainly.
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 25, 2008 21:56:28 GMT
Nika raised her eyebrows at Alderin. His complete insensitivity to others was extremely intriguing... but also extremely annoying. "Might be some supplies here," she suggested lazily, leaning back in her chair. "You'd have to ask the Shattered Princess..." Nika held no real hostility for Zohara, beyond that she was a warrior- something Nika despised- and she had a Nickname, something Nika believed was a little cliche. Broken Queen? she thought, mentally scoffing. What next? Some scrawny breton kid with a possessed mask we have to call 'The Mask'?
Zohara, who had placed herself at the bar after Adeth, tilted her head to one side, taking a deep swig of her beer, before commenting, "That's the Broken Queen, little kitten, and I'd be more than happy to settle my royal rights in the training yard, if that's too hard for you."
Nika looked over at Zohara, startled that the woman had been listening, but the Guildmaster seemed to be losing interest. She gave the breton a hard stare before moving to sit down at the table as well, pulling up a chair.
Zohara gazed at Vant, sizing him up. Doesn't look special, but he does look odd, so he could well hold hidden depths. Old Bloods are usually odd-balls... she gave a wry innner-smile. Afterall, look at me... He was too young to even consider attractive. So looking at him proved uninteresting.
The altmer was probably a reasonable age, but he had that snotty expression so many of them favoured, and he was unbearably skinny. I'd break him like a twig... she thought, again, uninterested. Perhaps the Nord will keep me company...
Still, regardless as to whether or not any of these folks would fill the extremely temperary position of Zohara's bedmate, they were her guildmembers, and she had a responsibility to them. Furthermore... they were downright interesting. And they could well become friends.
Zohara paused, then asked, "Any of you folks know any good drinking games?" she grinned.
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Post by FC4 on Oct 26, 2008 0:56:26 GMT
Glaen sat on the floor, legs crossed, looking at the inn yet not looking at anything. He really looked about ready to sigh and slump solemnly, from the cold, thoughtful yet blank expression on his face.
The Khajiit bartender walked by him, then walked backwards, looking down at the Nord, perplexed. "Hmf." He bent down, setting a plate with a cold sandwich and a bottle of mead on the floor at the tribesman's feet. "What exactly are you doing, anyways?"
"I do not find the chairs comfortable." Glaen replied in a leveled tone, straight fact leaving his lips as he looked up at the cat. "The floor is not either, but is more comforting for me."
"Suit yourself." The Khajiit shrugged. "But be happy you don't have a tail. Then you'd have every right to hate these chairs. Enjoy the food." As the bartender left, Glaen reached out and grabbed the mead, lifting it. The glass felt warm in his hand, and he wished it to be colder; he had asked for a cold one after all.
The air around the mead became frosty, and ice began to crystallize on the bottle's surface, surprising Glaen. He blinked dumbly, raising the bottle directly in front of his face and staring at it. Had he just...?
I just chilled the mead... He bit off the cork and tried to take a swig, but nothing came out. Raising one eyebrow slowly, he turned the bottle upside-down. Nothing moved.
This time Glaen did sigh, and set the frozen liquid on the ground beside him, picking up the sandwich. Apparently it HAD been chilled already... he just hadn't been able to feel it. Either that or his power was overreacting once more. Still, the idea that he could will something into freezing was an interesting one.
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Post by Vrek on Oct 26, 2008 8:04:42 GMT
"The real Broken Queen? And here I thought you were just using the name to ride off her fame." Jarrod remarked, stepping into the inn. He shrugged, before walking and plopping down. "But getting a bunch of members she just recruited this morning does sound like the infamous mercenary." He added with a smile.
Jarrod sauntered near the bar of the inn, and pulled an apple out of a bowl. He came closer to the group, and dropped into a seat, very close to the Nord. The dunedweller took a bite out of the apple, not noticing it freezing over, along with a layer of frost covering everything around him, and snow materializing in the air.
Despite the ice forming all around him, Jarrod brought up an arm and wiped it across his brow, the movement breaking loose the ice covering his torso. "Anyone else feel so hot?"
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Post by adeth on Oct 26, 2008 15:57:07 GMT
Adeth felt ignored at a great level. He had been noticed but no one said anything to him. Even that savage nord was more acknowledged. He'd just go get a drink and then go sit in a corner and make plans to make himself more acknowledged or just sit there and stare.
Adeth did as he thought and sat down and ordered a mead then turned to face the others. 'Games that I know probably wouldn't be suitable so I will keep my mouth shut, like I probably should since no one answered my bloody question.' He said in an annoyed tone of voice and took a deep gulp straight from his bottle of mead and finished with a barf.
(yeah, Call it THE MASK ^^ )
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Post by Vicorva on Oct 27, 2008 13:05:26 GMT
Zohara gave the dunedweller a detatched, appraising look. "Yes, I'm 'the real' Broken Queen," she replied to him in a bored tone. "And infamy is more like than fame. Everybody thinks I'm bloody stupid..." She looked gloomy as she remembered her many quarrels with the Mages' Guild.
"Damn bureaucrats..." she muttered.
Adeth said something extremely childish, which Zohara felt would be just to ignore. Nika, however, snapped to attention, fixing a cold gaze upon the teen. Anger was a familiar, boiling warmth within her stomach.
"Oh, excuse us, Your Majesty..." she snapped irritably. "How dare we not drop all of our conversation to answer some bloody child's question that he didn't even address to anyone? How extremely rude of us to assume that you had manners, and might possibly attempt to join in with our conversation instead of us just cow-towing to whatever nonsense you bring up." She paused.
"Shut up," she advised at last. She then turned around to face the others at the table.
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