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| [Graded]Trouble's Come to Town; Kaede and Sol | |
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| Topic Started: May 13 2016, 01:56 PM (672 Views) | |
| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 14 2016, 05:39 AM Post #11 |
Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol laughed, loudly and earnestly as Kaede blurted out exactly what she thought of him. Of course he couldn't miss the part where she shot down his advances in a ball of flame, but taking a leaf out of her book he chose to ignore that line of conversation and instead focus on this new revelation. The revelation, however, wasn't so much what she thought of him and his past but rather a reflection of hers. Particularly her stab at his father seemed quite telling of parental strife in her own life. "Well, I'm glad that you've pegged me as such a roguish individual, but as much as I'd hate to disappoint you I'm afraid I'm not much for sailing- I'll have you know I arrived by airship- and my father's only crime is spoiling me too much", he shrugged innocently. Really though, a pirate? He didn't even have an eye patch... or a missing hand... or a bird on his shoulder. He'd never met a pirate, but somehow he just couldn't imagine anyone under the age of forty with all their teeth in tact and without a dirty great beard. "Since you love to listen to men talk so much, how about I share the backstory I've invented for you?" He asked innocently, but with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "You grew up far away from here and probably didn't get on well with your father, maybe your mother as well. You left, possibly because you fought with them, but I think you were bored and that led you to hop the counter, so to speak", he grinned as he took a sip of half finished drink before continuing. "Unlike me, I think you were seeking adventure- or at least something more than what you could find where you grew up- and that, to my mind, is how you ended up working in a place like this", he gestured to the room around them and the dwindling number of patrons as it became ever later. He leaned back and finished his drink in one go as he finished his impromptu analysis with a flourish. He still didn't know how the men who served her a little too attentively factored into her life story but whilst he'd guessed at her life up until now, he wasn't about to actively pry either. he understood better than anyone that sometimes the past was better of remaining buried. "So how did I do?" He asked teasingly, "sorry it's not as creative as yours, but I just can't imagine you as a bloodthirsty pirate of a cold hearted assassin", he shrugged apologetically. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 14 2016, 06:39 AM Post #12 |
Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede smiled at the sudden burst of laughter, but said nothing of import to interrupt him. It seemed he was rather fond of her fondness for making up stories. "Yes well. You're something. Even if you aren't a pirate. Just haven't put my finger on what yet." The coffee was doing its job, managing to sober her somewhat as she sat on the stool. Yuudai was getting ready to take his leave, his shift, such as it was, being quite nearly over. Ren was up for another round, he told her, but she wasn't sure she was. She was getting quite tired. And it wasn't because she was having coffee. She looked over at Sol again, listening to him pronounce her own life story. It was then her turn to laugh. He had gotten some parts almost right, and Kaede had to mentally check that Yuudai wasn't breaking dishes over just how close to the truth it was. Still, she smirked. "If I had said, you were a missionary instead, who had left that life behind because you were tired of being celebate and a nun chased you out after you got her pregnant, would you have assumed I left a nunnery for similar reasons?" Kaede smirked, making sure he knew it was just conjecture, and perhaps a bit of mirrioring on his part. "I like to write stories in my free time. I've even been published in some magazines once or twice." She smiled again, and the last few customers stumbled their way into the street as she drained the dregs of her coffee. It was now closing time, and Yuudai came by to bid her goodnight. They had gotten quite talented at keeping up the ruse that they lived here constantly. It was the safest way, besides actually hiring people, that they knew of to keep people from trying to hurt Kaede when she was tired. "Good night mistress. I will be in the other room if you need me." She nodded once. "Good night Yuudai." She gave a kind of a smile and he walked around the corner. She waited until she heard her own door open and close, and then she dismissed him. Now it was just her and Sol in the bar, and she was busy cleaning. She hummed while she worked, and halfway ignored him altogether for a moment. "Your past is your own, as is mine. If you don't want to share, I shouldn't have to either. Now, the bar, my good sir, is closed to the public. You can either rent a room, or I can share a bottle of something with a friend. Your choice." She had been polishing the bar as she spoke to him, having taken his glass and dunked it in water to be washed come the morning. Now she stopped in front of him and threw the cleaning rag over her shoulder in one swift motion. "But look." She pushed a finger into his face, all seriousness behind the eyes for a moment. "No funny business or my friend will be coming to cut you up." Assuming she didn't do it herself, she thought. Now she waited a moment for an answer and then headed to the door to lock it. Whether he was outside of it or inside it when it locked was entirely his choice. Either way, she would see herself to a nice bottle of scotch and one of the cigars she had hidden beneath the counter. It was time for her to be completely off work, and she intended to relax a bit. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 14 2016, 08:09 AM Post #13 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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"We're all something", Sol shrugged in agreement "and I didn't mean to pry", he added sincerely. To his mind, she'd been the one to raise the subject and he'd made a game of it, but it was clear that she was more than a little defensive about her past and he of all people could respect that. "If you've given birth then I'll tip my imaginary hat to you for making such a resplendent recovery", he chuckled. It was true that most women were never quite the same after giving birth... it tended to take quite a toll after all. "It'd be a sad state of affairs indeed to spend my first night in Fiore alone, so a bottle of something does sound nice", he conceded as Kaede went about locking up for the night and he noticed more than a few enviable stares from departing patrons that he was being allowed- or worse, invited- to stay behind with her. It was just a shame that the night didn't look to be ending quite the way he'd initially planned. Then again... Rome wasn't built in a day. "If you really thought I was going to try anything would you have offered to let me stay?" Sol asked with one eyebrow raised in quizzical fashion. "But regardless, you have my word that I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to", he conceded with his hands held up in front of him in mock surrender. It hadn't been lost on him that the man with the eye patch had been unusually eager to take care of the troublemakers earlier and so he didn't doubt the sincerity of Kaede's threat in his name. Pouring a glass of the whiskey that Kaede had placed on the now well polished counter, Sol held it out to her as she returned from locking the door. "So since the past is off limits, I propose we turn our attention to the present", he said as he handed over the glass and poured one for himself before fearlessly tackling a subject that most would have danced around for hours- or possibly even days. "So are you seeing anyone?" Though Kaede couldn't have known it, Sol wasn't asking because he was interested in finding about about potential competition. The truth was that he'd broken more than his fair share of relationships with his particular brand of attention. He was simply curious, even if it was a typically awkward subject to bring up under such circumstance... awkward for Kaede at any rate. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 14 2016, 11:12 PM Post #14 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede squinted at his response. She was doing that a lot she realized and now made a conscious effort to stop doing it. He seemed sincere. People were so good at faking that though. She should know, she did it often herself. But she made no response to it, not really. Instead she waited until he answered her question, and then sat beside him, offering the bottle to him after her first drink. She hadn't bothered with glasses since she already had so many to wash. Whatever germs this strange guy might have, she thought, would surely be killed by the alcohol as it washed over the lip of the bottle. She swung her feet for a little bit, sighing. She was sitting on top of the bar now, her eyes going round the mess of a room. "Anything I don't want you to do eh? Who said I wanted anything besides conversation and to not be drinking alone at the end of the night?" She gave a small chuckle at his last little question. It was direct enough that a small gleam lit in her eyes. She didn't mind people being honest or direct. It was the ones who liked to lie that bothered her, or pretend to care. Kaede did something dangerous as she prepared to answer. She scooted closer and took the bottle from his hands, leaning her face in close to his to his. "I'm single. Of course, for you, I'd guess single is a relative term. Single night, single week, and so on and so forth. You seem like the type to charm the pants right off a girl. And then..." She leaned away quite suddenly, doe eyes laughing, and took a siwg from the bottle. "You probably just leave them all alone in their beds to explain to their husbands where the new stains on the sheets came from." She gave a hearty laugh, thoroughly impressed with her own wit. But now she was verging on getting bored again. And she wondered, for a moment, if he was worried about Ren and Yuudai when he had asked her that question. So she explained, about them. "My friends from earlier, are just that. Not even friends so much as...Servants. In a sense. Protectors? Maybe guardian is a better word for them." Unlike the owner of the bar, Kaede wasn't worried about her identity, or people knowing her past. She had teased Sol earlier because it had seemed like the thing to do at the time. She was very go with the flow in that way. Now she rested one hand on the bar and took another large drink before passing the bottle back. "See, they're my summons. I found out, when I was at home, that I could bring people back from the dead. Sort of. I could contact latent spirits, and bring them to a mortal plain for a few hours. So that's what they are. They are magical spirits given human form by your's truly." Of course, nothing about this was special to her. This was Fiore, and summoners were a common occurance, among other magics. What he would think was anyone's guess, him being a foreigner and all. So now she looked at him for a reaction, and asked a little question of her own. "How long was your longest relationship? I mean, with a woman who wasn't family." It took her a moment to realize that could be misconstrued, and she waved her hands in the air before he could answer. "I meant! What is your longest romantic relationship. Not like. That sounded awful. Ugh." But despite her blushing face she burst into a fit of giggles. She was well on her way to drunk at this point, but she was at least having fun again. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 16 2016, 01:14 AM Post #15 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol shrugged with feigned ignorance as Kaede lightheartedly challenged him on his choice of words, "Well I certainly didn't, but I can't help it if your imagination runs wild". Chuckling softly as Kaede dispenses with the use of glasses and instead opted from taking alternating swigs from the bottle. It brought back memories of sitting around darkened campfires in the Minstrlian jungle or the Desierto wastes or a dozen other campaigns passing around limited supplies of booze to fight the cold and bolster morale. It felt like another lifetime now and looking back on it he couldn't quite decide if he found the memories pleasant or not. "Well colour me surprised", he grinned. "About being single at least", he added. "As a fatherless pirate I have no illusions about exactly what you think of me", he said and couldn't help but break into laughter as he finished the sentence with a little help from the whiskey that he was taking swigs from like nobodies business. Of course she was right in her assumption about being something of a homewrecker in the past, but he wasn't foolish enough- much less drunk enough- to confirm such a suspicion. It came as quite a surprise though to find Kaede confiding in him that she was a mage and that somehow those men he'd seen earlier and presumed to be overzealous coworkers were in fact magical servants of some kind. In Sol's experience, his only dealings with mage's had been on the sharp end of a spear or down range of an arrow storm and somehow it was difficult to associate the ones he'd faced in battle with the one sitting here now sharing a bottle of whiskey with him. "What's it like? Having magic I mean" he asked quietly- almost warily- for once unsure of the territory into which he was treading. Whilst it wasn't unheard of for Boscans to possess magic, the majority were born without it- Sol included- and thought little of it. But now that he thought of it, he'd never actually spoken to a mage and as such didn't understand how they regarded the subject. Was it revered? Was it regarded as a tool? Was it an intimate topic? Speaking of intimate topics though, Kaede soon fired back with one of her own and he stiffened almost imperceptibly as he asked after his own relationship history. Of course Kaede was expecting an answer that she could count on one hand using units like hours or days. But she'd asked about his longest relationship and only one came to mind that fit that criteria. It came with all sorts of bitterness, resentment and even shame, but came nonetheless and so when the words left his lips, they came almost wistfully. "8 years... what about you?" In that single sentence the flash of whatever emotions that may have shown were replaced with an expectant grin as he took an especially large gulp of whiskey and feel his face beginning to tingle as the alcohol finally began to weave its magic. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 16 2016, 02:00 AM Post #16 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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He was entertaining. That was always nice. She had found that while she liked Poinsettia, she didn't exactly find most of the people here interesting. For sure part of them were of the more interesting ilk, but not many. So many nobles populated these streets and walkways it wasn't even funny. Besides them, there tended to be only the blue collar folks who moved around through the town, selling the wares the others were too lazy to go out and find for themselves. Sure the odd adventurer came through, or one or two of the guild members from BP. But all in all it was more or less a dull affair living in this city. Kaede had chose the bar she worked in specifically because of when she met her boss. It was lively inside the inn during working hours. Afterwards, she often found herself feeling more or less alone, and bored again. Boredom didn't bode well for her, ever. It tended to lead her into various sorts of trouble. Like that one time when she was in Hosenka and she had had too much sake while she was bored. She was banned from the resort forever for the rest of her days because of the ruckus she had caused. She had to admit though, that his question caught her wholly by surprise. She had thought that he would be a mage himself. Maybe he was just a knight. Or maybe he was just one of those people who were born without the privilege of magic. Either way, her momentary surprise was quite visible. It wasn't a wholly uncommon thing, he had just seemed like the type. She scrunched her nose a bit, as it wasn't something she really considered closely before. "It's like..." She paused and sipped from the bottle as she stared at a spot on the wall with her eyes unfocused. "It's ...Different depending on who you ask, and what their magic is. There are those who hold it close, and keep it quiet. There are those who tell you openly, and are proud. But it feels different for every person I think. For me.... My magic was...wrong. At least, in the eyes of my tribe." While she wasn't much for going on about herself, and she was certainly handing out quite a bit of information, she felt she had nothing to hide. "Back in my home, our magic was all supposed to work the same. We came from a line of seers, you know, people who sought the future with their magic. When that line tapered out, my ancestors learned to speak with the dead. They could only summon the incorporeal though, and I could summon...Well, you've seen them. For them, it meant that I was bad. And that I shouldn't be allowed my magic anymore. So they kept me from using it, as best they could." She smiled a little and passed the bottle back his way. It wasn't exactly a face of bitterness, but it was clear it could have become one given time. "When someone keeps you from using your magic, it becomes physically painful. Like a knife twisting in the guts all the time. At least, that's how it was for me. So, when I use my magic, I feel like I'm extending a part of myself. And it's just...Natural. Some people use their summons as tools, but mine are my friends. After all, I took away their eternal rest to serve at my side for as long as my body walks this Earth. The least I can do is treat them like people." It was a long and drawn out explanation for sure, but she swung her feet again and took the bottle back when it was her turn. She had to admit, she hadn't expected the number he spit out in response to her question. In all honesty, she hadn't pegged him for the long term type. She had to cast a quick glance at his face to make sure that he wasn't lying. He didn't seem to be, though the quick appearance of the smirk made her think he might be telling the truth. She sipped from the bottle again before she answered, thinking hard. How long was her longest relationship? "Two months, three days, seven hours." She gave a smile herself. "My tribe was full of women, I failed to mention. We only left home long enough to mate, and hope for the bearing of a girl. So, I haven't had much chance at that sort of thing." She'd never gotten pregnant at least. Kaede smirked and wondered what his reaction to that would be exactly. It was nearly the wee hours of the morning, and she was waiting now for her alcohol to work properly. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 16 2016, 01:26 PM Post #17 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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Sol listened intently as Kaede tried to explain her answer to his question pertaining to the nature of having magic, but in the end he didn't feel like he was any closer to understanding- much less imagining the feeling of having- magic. He supposed it must be like trying to instruct someone on how to take a breath of air or to make your heart beat. It was something so intrinsic in ones being that it couldn't be regarded as a separate entity. It almost made him feel jealous, but then again since he couldn't imagine what having magic was really like and magic had failed to save countless men and women from him in the past that it was probably just the alcohol making him feel that way. Besides, Kaede's ext words almost made him spit out his latest mouthful of whiskey as she revealed probably far more about herself than she likely would have done had she not been drinking... a lot. Of course Sol had heard of remote tribes living in the most remote parts of the world and abiding by strange customs, but the idea of Kaede being from such a place... it was incredibly strange to say the least. It was also difficult not to see her in a different light after referring to sex as 'breeding' and, as best he could tell, freely admitting to having taken part in the practice at least once... but thinking on the stories he'd hard... probably dozens of times between reaching physical maturity and leaving her tribe behind. Of course it wasn't as if he was in any position to judge someone for having a myriad of sexual partners... but it somehow seemed different when every time you did it, it was with the express purpose of having a child. For Sol it wasn't about love or reproducing... it was just a lot of fun and felt great... where was the harm in that? "So... you were a... uh...", he couldn't find the words he required to express himself and the alcohol was doing him absolutely no favors on that front as he flailed to find words with which to articulate. "You were sent away... to find men... and get pregnant... on purpose?" He blinked and shook his head slowly as if by doing so he could shake of the stupor he was slowly descending into. "I just... I don't... huh...", his brain churned with all the speed of molasses in January rolling up a hill. "So you've had sex... with men... to breed... how many times?" Somehow, in an effort to process this revalation Sol's mind had turned it into something of a competition. Of course it had to be said that Sol didn't actually keep count of his conquests- though he could name dozens of the more memorable ones- but surely he'd know if it was more, less or roughly equal to whatever number Kaede gave him. That is, of course, assuming she didn't give him a number rather than a slap across the face instead. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 16 2016, 02:33 PM Post #18 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Kaede eyed Sol as he gave the reaction she had fully expected. Surprise mixed with some other emotion that she couldn't quite finesse the fine details of. She sipped from the bottle again as he tried not to spit out his drink. She couldn't help the soft smirk that crept onto her face as he stuttered through his question. It was always entertaining when people found out about this side of her. She thought, momentarily, that she might mess with him. Tell him she had had children that she had left behind in her cold and snowy home. But she decided she would shoot for honesty instead. "Yes, I was sent out from the time I was 16, once a year. And I'm twenty now." She paused, smiling at him still, letting him draw his own conclusions before she continued. "But I never actually...Uh...Did what I was supposed to." She laughed a little at the expression on his face. "My one relationship, I actually cared about the guy. So he's the only one I did...Anything with, and that was only a few times. I didn't really care for it honestly. Not all that fun. All the other times I just, learned a trade, or got a job. I was saving up for leaving a long time before I left. I wasn't so stupid as to believe I was going to be able to travel south without money of my own." She laughed again. "And to be clear, those jobs were things like cooking and cleaning." She was feeling quite drunk by this point. The bar room was spinning a little around her. But she knew if she stood up it would be much worse. So she didn't. Instead she asked a few more questions of Sol, trying to prolong the night. She was sure that it was getting quite late, and she refused the bottle, now nearly empty when it was passed back her way. She knew that soon she would have to go to bed, and try to wake up in the morning in time for her to open the breakfast bar. Whether she would allow Sol a place in her bed wasn't really up in the air. She wasn't so drunk as all that. Instead, she was thinking of where she would put him to sleep for the evening. There were some empty staff rooms, she supposed. "I think I am well and truly drunk. So, tell me more about you. I feel like I'm the only one talking about themselves here." In her drunken state she thought the next logical question was, "What is your favorite color?" It wasn't much of a question in the end, and it might have made for an interesting one for Sol. She was eagerly anticipating the answer when a knock sounded on the door of the tavern. She wouldn't have bothered replying, but shortly thereafter, "This is a contingent of the Knights of Fiore. We need to question the bar mistress. Open the door, or we will knock it down by force." Kaede muttered a very unlady-like curse and made an attempt to stand. "Just a moment! She wobbled very seriously as she made to stand. It was a pain in the ass trying to make it to the door, and her top kept sliding down her shoulders very annoyingly as she made her way there. She opened the door partially, a chain still in place at the top, to make sure they were who they said they were. A very serious looking man in very serious looking armor (or maybe it was 2 of them?) stood on the other side of the door. "Can this wait til morning? I'm a little...Drunk. Sirs?" The man looked super confused, which meant there was only one. Oops. "I'm afraid it can't miss. Some men came in rather roughed up. And by roughed up I mean mostly dead. And they are blaming an employee here." Kaede sighed, and did her best to put on her innocent look, which wasn't that hard considering her flushed cheeks. She knew that she would have to give Yuudai a talking to later. And by talking to, she meant that she would be more or less yelling at him and threatening his afterlife. "I'm afraid I'm the only one here. I run this bar on my own for the time being, and I certainly didn't beat anyone up. However, there was a scuffle in the bar earlier. They may have been part of the ones who were beating each other up." The knight looked even more confused. While he was sure she couldn't have kicked anyone's ass, tiny thing she was, he wasn't sure how she would have bounced them either. "And how did you make them leave?" Kaede pretended to think the matter over, the suspicion in the man's voice obvious. Behind the door, she was motioning to Sol to be still and be quiet. "Some of the other customers escorted them out. I didn't see anything after that, and the other patrons came back fairly quickly." The knight sighed and asked for descriptions of the people who had helped her out, which she made up on the spot with fairly convincing accuracy that ended in vagueness. "Thank you for your time. Have a nice evening ma'am." Kaede nodded and closed the door, relocking it as he left. She started back toward Sol, and found quickly that the door had been playing a most supportive role in her attempts to remain standing. Now she sat down in the floor heavily, full of giggles. "That was a close one." She said it as she looked up at her companion for the evening and kept giggling. |
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| 栄 Fafnir Rakesh | May 17 2016, 01:36 AM Post #19 |
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Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
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"Quite the devious minx you are", he slurred and decided that there was nothing to gain from the consumption of any more whiskey... not that there was much left anyway. In a vague sense, he was relieved to hear that Kaede was at least a little more innocent than he'd thought but for the worst possible reasons. The less experienced the conquest, the more of a rush it gave him. There was nothing quite like taking a girl's first time and it was a special kind of fix worming past the defenses of a normally frugal woman. Such was the thrill of the hunt. She was right, he realised now that she mentioned it, that she was doing most of the talking... or at least most of the revealing of personal details and now with alcohol having a firm hand on the wheel in his brain that did seem quite unfair, but at the same time he didn't really know where to begin in leveling the playing field so to speak. "My favorite colour? Anything but red, reminds me too much of blood", he shrugged, though it could have just as easily been a shudder. At that moment, a sudden loud bang almost made Sol jump in his seat before a shout from outside the front door assured him that he wasn't in a war zone, it was just a knight following up on reports of an earlier disturbance... one that Sol could vaguely recall now that he thought about it. It struck him as amusing that for the young knight this sort of thing probably seemed like a serious job and whatever injuries the men had sustained at the hands of Kaede's summons were serious. But Sol had seen what serious wounds looked like and people with serious wounds didn't run to the guards, they crawled to a hospital or died trying. Still, it dredged up memories that reminded him why he drank so much in the first place and his hand returned of its own volition to the whiskey bottle and he consumed the rest of the bottle in three glorious mouthfuls of fire before the knight left- satisfied for now, or perhaps resigned to returning to speak with a more sober member of staff- and she staggered back to the bar before sitting on the floor like a petulant child. Albeit a very drunk and giggly one. "Do you have trouble controlling your servants?" he asked curiously. He would have assumed that anything someone created with magic would be wholly bound to the will of its creator, but it seemed that in this case maybe that wasn't how it worked. Which sounded like more of a hindrance than anything else from a soldiers perspective. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | May 17 2016, 04:56 AM Post #20 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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She rather liked red, she thought as she sat in her drunken state. It was one of her favorites. Pity, she thought, that he couldn't understand that it was more than just the color of blood. It was the color of life, and fire and so many other things. But she wouldn't get into that just now. Instead, he focused on his question once the knight had gone. "It's not like...That. They aren't...servants. They are people. And they can dance around my orders if they find a loophole. In this particular order, my instance was not to kill anyone. He didn't. More's the pity now it seems." She pouted a little at the thought. It was annoying as all get out that Yuudai was clever sometimes. It was even more annoying, her drunken mind told her, that she hadn't just ordered the men killed. Less mess and fuss that way. Ah well. Lesson for next time. In some distinct inner part of herself, the one from which her magic stemmed and flowed, she felt Yuu jumping at the chance to finish the job. To herself, seemingly to Sol, she muttered, "Absolutely not." And that was the end of the pulling. Even drunk, she could clamp down hard on whatever facsimile of a voice these two men had, should she wish it. "I'll just have to be more cautious next time. On the bright side, he didn't level the building. So we have that going for us still." She giggled a little again, finally gaining her feet long enough to sit down beside Sol and more or less slump over onto his shoulder. "As scary as having a Knight come visit is, more scary still is the thought of my boss coming back to find her building leveled." Then she was out quite nearly cold. The world turned a nice hazy black and she slept quietly. Morning was not kind to her. Well before dawn she awoke, in a bed that wasn't her own, with a parched mouth, and sandy eyes. The kind one only gets after a night of heavy drinking. Besides that, she was in dire need of a loo. But the thing that had awoken her sounded again, a heavy pounding on the door of the inn which made her heart pound in her chest. Scared voices of patrons sounded above and close by. "Fuck." Was her initial and most important reaction before she stood up, washing her face quickly and running though the the next room in clothing that was rumpled from being slept in. She opened the door to two fine, large gentlemen standing there, looking quite stern. They opened their mouths but her temper got in first. "What the hell is the meaning of this? You couldn't wait until proper hours to come pounding down the door?! What's wrong with a nice soft knock, and saying, 'Come to the door please, we need to speak to you.' Common courtesy, I should think, would be the first thing they taught at that prestigious academy of yours." She looked quite comical, if one standing outside of herself were to be peering in. Her hair was a halo of blonde around her head, her eyes were angry and serious, her mouth was a pout. She tapped one small foot in impatience and crossed her arms over her considerable chest, thoroughly put out to have fresh cool morning air running across her face against her will. The two Knights looked slightly less serious at this point, and instead were trying not to laugh themselves. Until a third one came up, beaten and old and rather haggard. "We are here to investigate the happenings of yesterday evening. If you would be so kind as to point us toward the current manager, as we are aware the owner is unavailable?" He was polite, but Kaede could tell at a glance he wasn't to be trifled with. "You're looking at her." The man nodded once and handed her a piece of parchment, waiting patiently as she unfolded it and read it. "To whom it may concern: This tavern is to be closed for the entirety of 12 hours, so that a proper search of the premises may be performed. Anyone attempting to either interfere or resist our efforts will be immediately arrested, and taken to the nearest gaol. We will give you two hours." "What is this horshite?" The captain who had accompanied the two younger men raised his white eyebrows a little. "Why, it's a search warrant." Kaede cursed again under her breath. Snow had warned her this might happen as well. Apparently, she wasn't quite famous, but she was on the radar of the knights. They wanted to search the place for a while, and Kaede had given them, indirectly, a perfect reason. Snow had assured her that there wasn't anything to find. She sighed and hoped her mistress was right. "Ok my hear patrons. I am sorry to disturb your peaceful rest, but we will give you a night free of charge, anytime. Captain Tin-Pants here has suggested, quite sternly, that we all begin our day a bit early. Take any valuables and please exit your rooms within 2 hours time." Kaede threw the paper back at the man and marched back to her room. She had ruined it! Just wholly ruined it. Now she was fully intending to use at least one of her hours sleeping, by all that was holy. Mentally, she was scolding Yuu like it was nobody's business. To be completely honest, she had, in that moment, totally forgotten Sol Castus' existence. She had other things to worry about besides charming young men. |
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