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| Amelia | Mar 1 2010, 09:21 PM Post #16 |
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She smiled and nodded, standing up as well. "Well, I should go wash up now," she said, still holding her head and her waist as both hurt, and motioned toward the room with the wash basin, "Don't let me keep you." |
| Aeridon | Mar 1 2010, 09:27 PM Post #17 |
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Aeridon nodded and feigned a salute towards her. He began to walk over to the door, but something seemed to hold him back. There was something intriguing about this girls - unlike the other girls he carried home drunk at the tavern, which was a staggering amount - but he felt a bit of curiosity within him. Regardless, he offered a final, "Goodbye" before he left the room with his things. He headed downstairs and sat on one of the chairs pressed against the wall, taking a moment to check his things. |
| Amelia | Mar 1 2010, 10:02 PM Post #18 |
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By that time, Amelia had alrady found the basin and began washing herself, as well as her clothes. Their wasn't as much dirt as she thought on her, but her clothes certainly were stained with blood, but not as much as when she was still working in Cyrodiil fighting Goblins, Land Dreughs, and Scamps... ---------------------------------- Practically in heat-vision, there he was. Bald Man of the Surface Folk. The Dwarf saw him, checking through his stuff. Now was the perfect time to be a salesman! "HOW ABOUT SOME DWARVEN DWARVEN DWARVEN SIVLERWARERE?!" He stammered, grabbing something and running off with it as fast as his legs could take him. |
| Aeridon | Mar 1 2010, 10:09 PM Post #19 |
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"Son of a bitch!" Aeridon shouted, standing up. "That bastard took my lute! I'm gonna kill him!" With that, Aeridon sealed his stuff away and darted out of the Inn, after the Dwarven thief. |
| Amelia | Mar 1 2010, 10:16 PM Post #20 |
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"HOW ABOUT A DWARVEN RUG?! A DWARVEN SHORTSWORD?! A DWARVEN DRESS?!" He stammered, running out into the street with whatever item he had - he held it straight above his head with both arms as he weaved in and out of crowds, foaming at the mouth as it was curled into a sadistic, open-mouthed smile. Then, seemingly dropping out of the sky, Amelia - who had just plot conveniently finished cleaning herself and her clothes, as well as being fully dressed - managed to land a double-legged kick on the Dwarf without breaking the lute, which he swayed to the side at just the right time. Quickly, she jumped off and landed in front of him as he collapsed, before she grabbed the lute and handed it to Aeridon. "Heard you yell and knew it was him." She said. |
| Aeridon | Mar 1 2010, 10:23 PM Post #21 |
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"Holy hell," Aeridon stammered, taking two cautious steps backwards. He regained his composure and took the lute, sure to secure it tightly onto his back. He grunted, trying to pry it off, and was satisfied when it was fastened securely. "I really don't want to know where you came from," he remarked, turning around to try to judge where she had appeared, "But thank you, nonetheless. If that bastard would have gotten away with my lute, I would have died a bit inside, I swear to you." As he finished, Aeridon felt an extremely hot panging in his chest, and his left hand started to twitch. Quickly, he sat down on a crate nearby, removed his lute and strummed a single chord. As he did, the shaking slowed down, yet was still present. He cleared his throat and began to sing again. What would you do for the stars in her eye? What did she say that you'd give her the sky? The moon, during summer. You told her you'd love 'er. But nothing can sever the ties that we bind. As he finished, and a smattering of passersby smiled and clapped appropriately, the shaking ceased and Aeridon breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up and placed the lute back in its place. "Still works," he said with a forced smile, changing the topic from whatever it had been. By that point, he'd long forgotten. |
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