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Post by Alice Crowley on May 9, 2014 18:25:13 GMT -6
Alice had reached Pherae as the sun was slowly setting towards the west. The swordmistress had walked into a local pub. It was the common scene, people drinking, talking, yelling, past out, or even hitting on opposite sex or even same. She made her way to the counter where the bartneder walked over to her. Pointing at the ale, the man poured her a cup of it. Looking at it, she would then say to him. "Make it a Tanker, I'm going to need the amount" With a nod of his head, he brought up from underneath the counter a metal tanker. Setting it down, he poured the cup into it and filled the rest of the tanker. Drinking a quarter of it, a man stumbled over to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. The auroma of alchol wreeked off his breath. "Hey t'ere beAutifal...did it heart when you hit the ground *hic* fram hEaven?" Looking straight ahead, she gave him the silence in return. He kept trying more and more until she finally said to him. "You don't remove your arm, I'll make sure your picking it up from the floor." The drunk looked her up and down, his eyes layed on her sword outline underneath her long coat. It finally struck him that she wasn't a common female. Staggering away from her, he went to another person where he tried his cheap lines on. Shaking her head, she drank another quarter of the drink. Now half full, she would slowly swirl her drink around as she finally sat down on the stool. A few looked at her bare legs as she sat there, but seeing how she handled the heavy set man, kept away from her not knowing what she was capable of doing to such a person if they even dared to try.
The thoughts of her family weighed down on her mind greatly and anyone looking at her would see it on her face. Her head a bit hunched down as many stayed clear from her. People who was sitting next to her cleared away at the threat she had made. A sigh escaped as she set the tanker down watching the swirling drink slowly dying down to a stop. A whole family now gone, leaving her the last of her family line. It wasn't fair that she was the only one able to spread the family name, but it was something that happened in this life style. Great Families rised and fell without leaving a single person to spread the genes.
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Post by Cefia on May 9, 2014 19:16:57 GMT -6
(OOC: Feel free to skip me if I don't post within a day of my turn up!)
Cefia grumbled a curse as she looked up at her empty tankard. Empty. She swore everything was empty nowadays, including her coin pouch. It wouldn’t hurt to just have one more, right? Her parents had taught her moderation, seems as though those teachings were a waste. Well there had to be some job around here. She leaned back on her chair and took a good look of the pub.
Her eyes fell upon one of the drunken patrons that looked like he was trying to pick up another woman. When he went staggering away, she couldn’t help, but let out a hearty laugh. Ah the pub, where the drinks are cheap (usually) and free entertainment. It was always worth the price of admission, though the issue was the times when she gets permanently banned from one. It wasn’t nearly as fun by yourself though and by the way it looked, the woman was alone as well.
Well she might as well try and strike up conversation in her own way. She slammed her feet down onto the ground and approached the woman, she almost forgot to properly carry her all her axe with. With a few clinging steps, she gave Alice her best natured pats on the back, as always she wasn’t sure how much force she was actually putting into it.
“Ahoy thar mate!” she called out, her voice sounding quite rambunctious.
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Post by Alice Crowley on May 9, 2014 19:26:28 GMT -6
As Alice was drinking some more of her ale, she heard the heavy footsteps coming up from behind her and felt the hit on her back. It wasn't to bad of a blow, she felt worse hits from men. But, some of her Ale spilled out and onto the counter. Looking at the man behind the counter again, he filled her Tanker up. Slowly turning around on her stool, she looked up and down the Beserker to get a feel for her.
"Ahoy thar mate!" , "With Fair winds to you and may fortune smile on you." Was the reply Alice would give Cefia. When Alice was in the arena, that was a common saying she heard from pirates and Beserker's in Bern. It was a complament of wishing one luck in life. Sitting there still, she took her left hand and gestured the stool next to her. "What would be your Pleasure of poison this fair night Madam of the Sea?" A smile crept over ALice's face as her purple hair hung down a bit over her face.
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Post by Cefia on May 9, 2014 19:43:48 GMT -6
Cefia widened her smile to a grin. This woman seemed to have been around placed. It made her feel quite a lot better with settling down next to her, not that she needed any encouragement to begin with. She might have been used to disappointment, but it was nice to have your expectations met. She motioned for the bartender for another tankard for herself. She might be running in the red after this was done, but it would be worth it if it meant meeting a new person.
"Nice t' meet ya too, been places eh? What’s ya’r story matey?" she asked, shuffling a bit and trying to get comfortable in the seat. It resulted in her having to let her weapons next to her in rather loud clanging sounds. It was wonder why she still wanted more.
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Post by Alice Crowley on May 9, 2014 19:56:59 GMT -6
"Not much of a story to tell for a person of your stature. Was an Arena fighter in Serpents tail which is the Village I grew up in on the tip of Bern. Then became a Body guard for the Governor of Mark's town. Did that for a little while then went hunting for my long lost cousine who I found out died in Combat. making me the last of my family tree. *sips some of her Ale and sets the tanker down* Like I said, not really much of a story. But on m travels, I've been to places around the Continent. Whats your story Maiden of the Sea?" Alice placed a stack of gold coins on the counter to pay for the drinks and any drinks that her new Companion owed so far. Crossing her right leg over her left, the handle for her steel sword protruded out of the jacket as she leaned against the counter looking at Cefia.
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Post by Cefia on May 9, 2014 20:20:44 GMT -6
Cefia cocked her head to the side as in thought. Well she was nice enough to tell her the story; she might as well her own. It was odd, since most people wouldn’t care less for her past as long as they had someone who could manage an axe.
“Honestly,” she said, her voice dropping the accent and switching to her more formal tone.
“I was born to two merchants who honestly believed the value of self-worth and their job. It was a peaceful life, a bit stingy, but not when knowledge was involved. Spent most of it reading and a great deal to this day, but the call to adventure was thick in my blood. One thing leads to another and I find I cannot live without the sea,” she said, taking a sip from her own drink. She was being a rather hospitable person, so this was the least she can do.
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Post by Alice Crowley on May 9, 2014 20:30:18 GMT -6
Nodding her head as she sipped her drink again. After setting it down, the same drunk from before stumbled back towards her. "I wIsh to ge't to kne ye sum more little lady *hic* Don...t thretn me again. You wil be surry...*hic*" Alice had a blank stare on her face as she turned to face the barely now standing man. She her staring at him made him sober up a bit. It wasn't til after he heard the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed. She was now standing up with her sword out. The man backed away as quickly as he could and ran out of the pub. Shaking her head, she stabbed the sword into the floor and sat back down. With a slow exhale, she looked towards her companion again and said.
"Sorry about that. I know the feeling about Adevnture. My father taught me how to fight with the sword. He was a Swordsman instructer. Never let up on teaching me, and he done well. I can still hear the announcer calling me out to the arena, 'Widow Maker'. Heh, seems like a distant memory. Bah, I'm talking to much about boring things. If there is anything you feel like you want to know, just chirp up and let me know. I got the gold to burn if your willing to keep me Company?"
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Post by Cefia on May 11, 2014 8:53:17 GMT -6
Cefia gave a rather casual glance as the drunken man stumbled out of the pub. She was hoping for an upfront fight here and now. Can't be helped, not everyone goes for a real fight. At the sound of gold, she couldn't help but chip up.
"Sorry, reflexes, it has been hammered into me to be attracted to gold," Cefia chuckled, taking another swig of her drink.
"What do you plan on doing now? I'm sure if you keep on traveling you will find yourself tangled in one of the many problems in our oh so fair world," she asked, raising her tankard up as she would to celebrate.
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Post by Alice Crowley on May 12, 2014 19:20:23 GMT -6
Picking up her own tankard, she would tap her cup against Cefia's and smiled sipping at it to buy herself some time to think on it. After setting it down, she would say to her.
"I live one day at a time. Never knowing that your last days on this plain of existance could be just around the turn near somebodies house. I say, take all you can and give none back. But do it with somebody that makes you feel different at the same time. With those moments, it would be the best sight and feeling....to be in combat with your lover at your side." Smiling again, she would shake her head and then say.
"Listen to me, I'm blabbing about some hopeless romantic scene of two lovers fighting to the death side by side. *sigh* What a story that would be to be told of." She wasn't sure if it was the drinking she was doing or just the weird feeling she got when she was talking to Cefia.
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Post by Cefia on May 13, 2014 13:05:31 GMT -6
“My friend, the world is full of romantics and those people tend to be the ones that make the world interesting,” Cefia replied, a small smile on her face. At least she had an idea of what she wanted her future to hold.
“I believe I can be considered a romantic in my own right,” a grin now flashing on her face as she drank the rest of her ale. Talking about fighting side by side, she had forgotten the last time she had a good romp.
“I might not be your lover, but I would be happy to fight by your side, given you can find one,” she grinned, as she leaned over, tapping one of her axe to emphasize. It was always a wonder why she was so blood thirsty.
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Post by Alice Crowley on May 13, 2014 18:45:33 GMT -6
Lowering her head a bit, her hair now made shadow over most of her face. But her smile was still visible. Alice tapped her Tankard a few times and the empty sound was heard inside. Tapping it off the counter, the bartender walked over again. Seeing the empty tankards, he filled the both of them. Once the liquid was done being poured, she lifted up hers aimed towards Cefia's in a cheers moment. The Swordmistress didn't move her head for a moment as she then spoke.
" You know, just by talking to you about random things and the fact we both love battle...I'd say we'd make a good match for each other. "
Once they tapped the cups together, she would drink half of hers and then would say to cefia followed with a wink. "That's if you think you can handle me, hehe." Her eyes looked over at Cefia and stayed on the Beserker's as if looking for something in there.
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