Irmo
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"Bah, people."
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Post by Irmo on Mar 21, 2013 14:38:56 GMT -6
Why Elimine, why? Irmo thought as he slowly got to his feet. He was doing his best not to make noise, lest Vander catch him trying to escape. Why do I keep running into this man? He'll be the death of me! Vander seemed to be chatting up one of Irmo's assailants, so he took the chance to slowly start creeping away.
Hunting trip? Why in the blazes would you need me on a hunting trip? Irmo thought as he slowly set his foot down on the leaf covered ground. I'm not some sort of convenient healing dispenser thing! Gah, this why I hate people!
"Well, sounds more interesting than chopping wood and dealing with stubbed bruises, doesn't it, Priest?"
Irmo immediately turned back around, looking like a trapped animal. "Of course, I love being attacked by angry, invincible animals," Irmo said with a fake smile. He straightened his robe again, something he had a feeling he'd be doing a lot of. Maybe if I use my sleep staff... no ,no, the kid might never seek help from a healer again, and if he plans on getting injured so much that could be a bad thing... Irmo considered his options. He sighed.
"Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt to come along," Irmo said, grimacing at his words. He glared at Vander before giving the boy a smile.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Mar 30, 2013 10:24:16 GMT -6
Ooc: It's short, but I'm devoid of creativity at present.
Ic: Cen listened intently as the other boy pushed out his request. This man made Cen sound like a scholar. The other two men voiced their opinions on the matter, and it seemed the two of them were going. Cen said, “Ah’d-I’d offer my help, but I have a debt to pay off here.” The young man spoke again, “Are you the one ‘n the attic? Well, I reckon if you came along with us, it’d settle any debt you got.” Cen raised his eyebrows to make a sarcastic comment about how wood chopping was safer than going into a wood supposedly crawling with bears waiting to pounce, but he kept his mouth shut. He shrugged, “Guess you can count me in.”
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Apr 13, 2013 20:37:07 GMT -6
I am so very glad I stayed in town today, Vander thought, grin widening and becoming almost entirely sincere as everything came together. How easy had it been! He had expected the Idiot Priest to put up more of a fight by spouting off some appointment or another; instead, he had agreed (after nearly turning himself inside out with...some Idiot Priest-emotion that he could not quite name) and their little party seemed complete. "They're hardly invincible," he told the Priest. "And, unless they're considerably smarter than the average bear, they'll be easy enough to trick and evade...all you really need to do is avoid being the slowest." The tilt of his head made it very clear who fit in that category, at least from what he had seen; although one never knew the effects of fear on running speed.
It might be interesting to see how fast the Idiot could run. Magic users weren't exactly known for physical prowess, but there were bound to be some better, some worse, and which was which could...He would be very disappointed if they didn't see any bears, now, given how much fun it might be.
Vander had to work to keep the miffed expression off his face when Cen didn't bend before his flawless logic, but kept it in check with thoughts of throwing the priest to a bear. Not that he expected to actually meet a bear in the woods--bear stories were almost as common as ignorant hicks, and much more common than the beasts themselves...but he was getting sidetracked so much! The hick had joined, the Idiot Priest had joined, and Vander certainly wasn't missing it. "Alright, it looks like everyone is agreed, then. Once Cen prepares himself for...well, something besides chopping wood, I believe we can get underway." The announcement reminded of something. It was important, whatever it wa-How did I miss that? "Ah...precisely when were you planning on leaving for this little expedition?" he asked the boy, who had only now reappeared on his 'people to care about' list. Thinking about it, he probably needed to allow for more room on that list; it seemed that paying attention to multiple people was going to become important very quickly.
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Irmo
Priest
"Bah, people."
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Post by Irmo on Apr 16, 2013 11:22:59 GMT -6
Why Elimine, why? Irmo questioned, pleading and almost totally expecting her to answer. Unfortunately she did not appear and smite Vander nor did she give Irmo any ideas as to how to escape. His head felt as if it was going to implode from all the puns and obnoxious speech that spewed from Vander's mouth. Look at that grin. Blast Phineas. "At least I don't have an overly large mouth to slow me down," Irmo retorted. Oh wait- "Or you'll just talk the poor thing to death. I doubt it could bare it." A smirk played on his lips but quickly turned into a look of horror. Oh no, nonononono I can't believe I've already stooped to his level. He straightened his robe and changed his demeanor to that of a stereotypical 'I'm better than you' priest. "Shouldn't we be going?"
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Jun 10, 2013 20:23:43 GMT -6
Vander was sure there was a hallelujah chorus. It was a glorious moment of the likes he had not seen in a long time, presented to him by the Idiot Priest, of all people. The words rang out like bells, beautiful, echoing in his mind over and over:
I doubt it could bear it."
Perfect.
So beautifully, wonderfully perfect. "I can't say I'm sure about that," he began, his grin turning diabolical. "I know only the bare essentials about bear activities, so their opinions on excessive speech are...well, I can barely-"
"Ah...w're leavin' now, t' answer yah. Sorry if'n it's short notice..."
...It was very short notice, but a glance at the 'invigorating' image that was the woodpile made everything better. "Of course it's short notice. You won't see that stopping me." Hoping that the Idiot's look and bearing of intense pain wouldn't slow their progress until they met a bear or something equally likely to kill him, Vander brushed past the wanna-be archer.
Of course, he felt obligated to do one last thing before moving to check his supplies: tossing the sentences, "I was expecting enough time to hibernate before you were ready, but you've surprised me. This should be an interesting encounter, provided it doesn't turn out...grizzly."
It was painful; however, if it tormented the Idiot Priest, no sacrifice was too much. Besides, he didn't expect Cen or the arrow-slinging hick to pick up on the pun, anyway.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Jun 10, 2013 21:15:58 GMT -6
Cen looked over at the priest after his poor pun, and felt suddenly exhausted. That was just terrible. Then the young man said they would be leaving soon, and Cen figured he'd need to assemble his effects. As he was turning to leave the Thief made two terrible puns. Cen said, "Nope. I won't do it. You can't make me stoop that low. Ah'm going to get mah-my things and then I'll meet you all back here." He took a few steps then turned. He sighed, "You all give paws to how willing I am to do this." There he did it. He hoped they were happy with how they made him act.
He jogged up the steps to his little space in the attic. He grabbed his lance, and his bag. It only had a few items in it, his armor took up most of the space, but other than that it had the small Ivory horse he'd slept next to since he was seven, and a picture of his sister. Then he went back downstairs and stopped by the kitchen. Miss Hart gave him a small smile and Cen asked if he could take some wrapped bread on the trip. The woman agreed but pretended to grumble while she packed it for him. Then Cen flung his pack across his back. He came back outside. "Any more jokes about us getting mauled in the woods? Or are we ready to go.?"
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Irmo
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Post by Irmo on Jun 12, 2013 17:36:28 GMT -6
Irmo rolled his eyes as Vander let lose some more puns. I thought I had already learned patience, he thought. The boy said they were ready to go now and Cen made some comments and went to get his stuff. Irmo flinched a little at Cen's awful pun. Great, now he's doing it! We'll be dead by morning... He looked down from the sky, which he had been pretending was the most interesting thing in the world. It was then he noticed his sleep staff was in his hands.
How- He looked around and nonchalantly began using it as a walking stick. It was around that time Cen came back, and if Vander had said something Irmo hadn't heard.
"Yes, I think we're about through," Irmo said, glaring at Vander for a quick second before moving to where the others were. "Let's be off," he said majestically, trying to make the journey sound more amazing that it was going to be. I'll show that thief who the fool is when he's bleeding on the ground and I conveniently forgot to pack food. He smiled a little. Today could certainly get better.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Jul 17, 2013 19:15:58 GMT -6
Every party needs a pooper, I guess. Well, if Cen didn't want to have any fun...well, Vander had mostly asked him along for his own entertainment. Out of the entire group, he at least attempted to be articulate, even if his efforts were a bit laughable. The thief had to fight back the urge to simultaneously cringe and laugh whenever the hick's accent slipped; however, while the Idiot was more than capable of weathering whatever Vander could say about or to him, Cen seemed a bit more...delicate. It probably had to do with his sasquatch-like brothers or something. All it meant to Vander is that many of his comments never made it to his mouth. He was grinning at some of them, though. Such a shame. "You all give paws to how willing I am to do this."This was going to be a good day. Or at least a punny one. Unlike Cen, Vander always ensured he was ready for travel; it came with the job(s), although even he would admit he was to blame for needing to make a swift exit from several different market excursions. Maybe not, though, since it wasn't his fault people couldn't take being outwitted and out-bargained. He was pondering the chances of his being chased out of this particular town--he had almost determined the effort required, which was looking to be considerable--when Cen returned with his equipment. Unfortunately, the Idiot Priest answered, which led to another short bout of the horrible noise the Idiot called his voice. His attempts to be majestic failed, his attempts to be intimidating failed...yep, it appeared he was a failure. Vander was almost shocked. He decided to leave it be, though...after one more bit. "Off we go," he said. "No need to worry, once you've seen one bear attack...you've seen a maul." Perfect. Vander punctuated the moment by beginning to whistle--not too loudly, his efforts were more focused than that--and practically waltzing off. It felt so wonderful to be doing something again, and the woods were sure to hold some surprises. If they didn't, he could always make some.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Jul 28, 2013 19:43:14 GMT -6
Ooc: I'm gonna go ahead and timeskip to us at night in the forest.
Mister Hart had started a fire and his son and him had gone to sleep, stating that the other three could decide the first watch. Cen was stretched out in front of the fire. laying on a blanket he'd set onto the ground. They were shrouded by a den of trees, but they would do well to be vigilant. He had his lance next to his blanket. He was completely prepared to get up and leave in a moments notice. Yet somehow he was comfortable.
He looked up at the stars. He recognized a lot of constellations, like the hunter, and the ladle. Oddly enough he couldn't find the north star. "Where are the two of you from? It's odd to travel with men I know so little about."
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Irmo
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Post by Irmo on Jul 29, 2013 9:27:28 GMT -6
Irmo had done his best to ignore Vander during the trip by thinking of the various ways the thief could die. Unfortunately, he was never able to see the man die, because he always came to the rescue. Blast my hobby, Irmo thought, his back against the tree. I hope he gets injured far away from me.
"Where are the two of you from? It's odd to travel with men I know so little about."
"Etruria," Irmo said, actual venom in his voice. The one thing he could actually hate in this world was his home. Well i suppose its more that I hate the church, Irmo thought, trying to get a clear understanding of what exactly he hated. Or no, more the people using the church for evil. Actually its more the people- He lost himself in his thoughts as he tried to explain himself the politically correct way to absolutely no one but himself.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Jul 31, 2013 20:05:52 GMT -6
Vander found himself to be undeniably correct on three counts by the end of the first day: first, they had seen no bears (and, more importantly, no bears had seen them); secondly, the innkeeper could and did take full advantage of their presence, requesting that they gather firewood and take the watches and everything in between; and thirdly, this was a bit more interesting than sitting in town and a little less effort than finding another place to lurk.
The last of those had been a vague hope more than a conclusion, he had to admit, but watching the Idiot Priest squirm through trees and generally look like an angry bear would be a mercy was more than enough to vindicate it.
So, after trekking, picking at the Idiot, being nagged, and generally taking a look around and trying to figure out if his companions truly counted as 'company' or not, Vander sat next to the fire. The combination of the oncoming cold and his efforts to build the blaze meant he wanted to take advantage of it, thank-you-very-much.
Plus, he was desperately trying not to hunch up. It was cold darn it, and he could swear the wind was sneaking through the trees just to freeze him out. He wasn't liking tonight.
Then Cen started talking. It wasn't as bad as the Idiot once the accent gave way--although Vander's tutor would have turned the entire village upside down if he had formed a sentence as Cen did--and the Hick did bring up an interesting point. They knew very little about each other, and while Vander would make sure his part of the status quo remained unchanged, he could certainly learn more about these two strangers. Making them feel they knew him could never hurt, as well.
"Etruria."
Vander raised his eyes from the fire and his eyebrows into his hairline at the Idiot's answer. He hadn't even been expecting the priest to be paying attention, let alone putting in an answer; however, the most striking thing was something left unsaid. There was history, a story behind that word, one that would have caused many to tread carefully for fear of causing offense.
He wasn't most people, the Idiot wasn't most people. If Vander brought a rise from the man, he knew perfectly well that the blame would be his. He also didn't care. "Etruria, eh." With a twist that neatly disguised his shudder at the lessened exposure to the fire, he was facing the Idiot, with Cen just in view. "That sound like a rather unhappy word for you, not to mention the vagueness. Does your little place in Etruria have a name? A face or two? There appear to be quite a few of those running around Elibe, given recent events." It would be just his luck if he had partnered with one of those ding-bats trying to take over the world. Getting the details could tell him if he needed to book it before every country surrounding and the Western Isles to boot came and started slugging it out.
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Irmo
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"Bah, people."
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Post by Irmo on Aug 8, 2013 7:38:10 GMT -6
One word... Irmo thought, not believing what was happening. It always works, give a one word answer and people accept it and move on. He frowned a little. Blast Phineas.
"I've just had some differing views with the church is all," Irmo said, not wanting to give the thief any more chances to antagonize him. "Basically I got kicked out because I actually enjoyed my job and didn't particularly like looking down on people." There, he had talked and they had their answer. Silence filled the area, as he was done talking, and had already began to fade back into his mind. And then he realized social edicut required him to keep the conversation going; something he didn't particularly care for.
"So... where are you from Cen?" Irmo asked, sorta looking at the ex-patient. He honestly didn't care and wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather in silence. Something told him it wouldn't happen with Vander around.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Aug 18, 2013 18:55:54 GMT -6
The priest and the pickpocket exchanged a few words over Etruria. Vander seemed to look at conversations as a game. Like he was baiting them. It was clear the priest didn't want to talk about his past, but the man pursued it. It was a bit rude, but Cen couldn't fault him for that, he'd grown up surrounded by rudeness all his life. Sometimes people had different ideas about what was polite and kind, and while he would not excuse an intentional slight, he needed to accept that other people were different from him.
Irmo asked where he was from. "Ah- Father Sky, Elimine, and every other god in every damned pantheon damn it." He said his next words slowly. "I am from Cornwell. It's a smaller house that is among the houses that call Marquess Araphen their lord, as well as our own man. Haven't seen it in a while though. Spent the last few years in Laus, learning skills of knighthood. Where are you from?" He said the last with an arched eyebrow, looking at Vander.
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Vander Rimgate
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Sept 9, 2013 1:49:39 GMT -6
These weren’t people who were very good at keeping secrets, nor were they used to being asked about themselves. It was a terrible combination; Vander himself had suffered from the realities of a past best left in the dark. He had enough experience to be ready for such questions. The Hick and the Priest didn’t, though, which made him wonder what he could wrangle out of them with some time.
But one thing set him on edge: while the Idiot Priest just grit his teeth and snapped out a few almost-sentences before knocking the topic to someone else like this was some demented form of hot-potato, Cen…
Cen was watching him. Not just staring. Not just looking. Watching.
Cold, drawling, stodgily chivalrous, and intent on paying a debt by working like a the boniest ox still breathing, the lance-man had pegged himself as a naïve fool on introduction, which, while a hilarious and easily exploited conglomerate to someone like Vander, found temperance in a sort of sheepish intellect that would either do the bumpkin some good some day or would stay hidden as he piddled about in dying fields or got himself killed trying to fill a hole from the inside. However, Vander was starting to believe “naïve” was the wrong word; however much intelligence the man really had, it gave him insight that you didn’t see in the naïve. The romantic and the foolhardy, but never the naïve.
Color him surprised this time, but Vander knew how to deal with the romantic and the foolhardy as well as the naïve and the plain foolish. Both of his tag-along companions (never mind that Vander was more of a tag-along) had given him the perfect escape, because if they wanted to dodge the question, they couldn’t come after him for doing the same, right? Heck, how would they react if he were more generous…in a manner of speaking?
It took seconds to come up with a story; the oh-how-glorious-is-the-world tint, he added as he went along. “Well…you could say I grew up everywhere-” he added a chuckle tuned to “fond”-“I grew up in a small town with a large collection of books, free to all…if you didn’t rip out any pages, that is. Believe me, I tried…” because they would have difficulty guessing that, somehow…“I can tell you without embellishment that the librarian went by Nobbin, and he knew everything that went on there, even when-“
There he jerked to a halt; it was getting too close to personal territory, and the sudden caution came from nowhere. Hoping to cover the near-gaff, he let himself lean back and grow what amounted to starry-eyed. “Sorry, I…” That was such a good memory. Why did he need to-“Almost lost my thread there. Anyway, I read a lot, and decided one day that those adventurers and warriors and what-not must have read the same books and done something about it; I could guess quite a few of the stories not because they were predictable, but because…well, I wanted to do the same things. They felt like my decisions. So, somehow, I still have the sword here--” he tapped it, since it was obvious and people did stupid things like that--“and here I am, trying to find whatever those heroes found.”
They would buy that load of dragon droppings until he skipped town or they remembered they could count past three. But how could they complain, Mr. “I had a disagreement with someone and left” and Mr. “I’m from Cornball-WHAT-ABOUT-YOU”?
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Irmo
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Post by Irmo on Sept 21, 2013 22:33:49 GMT -6
Irmo had decided to space out for a while, though he did tune in when Vander began to speak. He was a little interested, they had spoken a little when they had first met but it had given him little information. Though there might of been quite a bit, but Irmo just plain hadn't cared at the time. But now there was a reason to listen; perhaps he could corner the man who was always bothering him.
Hmmmmm, Irmo thought as Vander talked. He seemed not to have his story straight, or was disoriented. Which seemed odd to Irmo, the man seemed to always have the upper hand and knew what was going on. And his reason seemed... dumb, too dumb for the man talking, though Irmo would never admit that aloud. That and it didn't seem to fit what he had been told before. He smiled. He could listen when he wanted too.
"I thought you were a traveling performer," Irmo spoke up, not bothering to move from his current position. He wasn't sure why he was getting some satisfaction from finding the hole, but he wasn't complaining. The thief had been antagonizing him since they had met and he was going to seize his chance at getting him back. It almost reminded him of the games the priests would play back home, one of the reasons he had left. But he didn't think about it as he waited to see what he'd do.
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