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Post by Cefia on Feb 2, 2012 18:27:49 GMT -6
Great, when Cefia gets her merchant blood flowing there was practically nothing stopping her until she get an appealing price. Before she knew it, she had a hefty sack of coins and one less horse to worry about. She gave her most pleasant smile and farewell and watched as the merchants packed and loaded their things onto the horse.
"Seems like we do not have many choices now..." she stated looking up into the clouds for guidance.
"You have seen many aspects of myself but now it should be your turn, what about you?" she asked gently inserting herself into the matter.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Feb 3, 2012 16:02:54 GMT -6
Derick shrugged the question off. He suspected one day he might get tired of telling his origins. "There's not much to say, I was forced into Bern's military when I was 15." It had only been two years, but it felt like ages. He decided to skip the part about his combat reflex, she'd figure it out soon enough, "even though I was there against my will, I liked combat, so I decided to stick with it." He stared into the fire, choosing his words carefully, "a mission I was on went poorly, and my sergeant placed the blame on me, I was decommissioned shortly after." That was a mammoth lie, Derick had narrowly escaped execution by killing his own sergeant. Bern didn't release failures, they killed them.
Derick paused for a moment, staring into the fire as he ran his fingers through his fine blond hair. He felt uncomfortable only telling of his military career, it wasn't what defined him...yet...recently that seemed to be all that mattered. It depressed him.
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Post by Cefia on Feb 3, 2012 16:34:33 GMT -6
"Is that so," Cefia nodded a response. She didn't wish to push any farther into the matter. Now was the time to determine what to do next. She wanted to return to the sea but she also wanted to make sure Clair was alright. No, she wouldn't be much help in her current status. It had been an uncomfortable and grueling ordeal staying on land for long.
"I plan to return to the sea, I believe if I spend some time back on the waters I can regain some of my footing again," she said.
"First, it seems that I will be taking a detour, you do not have to come if you do not wish to, I'm sure you are plenty concerned about about Clair," she shrugged. If the boy wanted to follow her, she wouldn't stop him.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Feb 3, 2012 16:41:45 GMT -6
Derick thought about his commander, he could probably learn so much more from her but..."No..." Derick shook his head, "I'd rather come with you." He had taken a liking to Cefia, she interested him, and he was curious as to what the lifestyle of a pirate was like. He glanced around the makeshift camp, they had minimal belongings, so the loss of the horse wasn't an issue. "So, what's this 'detour?' you're talking about?"
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Post by Cefia on Feb 4, 2012 10:38:29 GMT -6
Cefia drew out a rough map of the continent. She got the point across though, pointing towards a border. They would have to travel the coast of Nabata and get a ride from there. It was a troublesome detour but a necessary one.
"We just need to pass through Nabata," she said, already thinking about the heat. It was hot in the Western Isles but not a desert like heat. As for the local tales and the like, she would hate to meet those in reality.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Feb 5, 2012 12:05:26 GMT -6
Derick nodded stiffly, his worst fears were confirmed. His armor would act as an oven in the desert heat if he wasn't careful. "Right then," he crossed to the other side of the fire and knelt by his gear, making sure everything was in good shape. "I guess we know where that money's going then," he indicated the sack of gold that Cefia was holding, "provisions."
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Post by Cefia on Feb 6, 2012 16:43:51 GMT -6
Cefia blushed as she realized what she had done by accident. With the amount she haggled, provisions will be the least of their worries. If only she thought about it beforehand. She nodded a response than looked back up at the stars. She was familiar with the stars so they won't get lost in the desert.
"Than we best head out at dawn, the stars will guide us at night but I would hope we don't need to resort to that."
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