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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 17, 2015 21:16:51 GMT -6
Chelsea sat on her bed, staring out her little window. She thought about a lot of things whenever she looked out her window. How was her father doing? Was Spirit getting restless from being in the stable so much? Was Kelvin still alive...?
A lot had changed in her life in the past few months. The most obvious and important of those changes was the fact that her and Kelvin had broken up. She had tried to stay by his side, but she knew that she didn't have a place in the rebellion he had become so ingrained in. But it wasn't her fight. She couldn't stay there. The two of them had a number of talks about it before they came to the conclusion that, for the time being, they should take a break. It hurt. A lot. But it had to happen. It was for the best. Maybe, if Kelvin survive the rebellion and they met again, they could rekindle their love. It wasn't a given though. Life is fickle. They had been apart for so long now that even the tan lines from the ring she once wore had faded. She had forced Kelvin to keep the thing. He had wanted to her keep it, but she knew she couldn't. She told him to give it to the next girl he fell for, be it her or some other girl. Some days she regretted not keeping it, but she knew she couldn't brood on it.
Today, however, she wasn't having any of those thought. Instead, a sense of dread was building up in her. The dread of having to go to work. After leaving Kelvin, Chelsea had traveled to Lycia. She had wanted to go home, but Kelvin had made one last good point before she had left. His enemies would have heard that Kelvin had a Sacaen fiancee and that could put her in danger, even if she wasn't a part of the rebellion. So, instead, she traveled into Lycia, and taken up residence in Santaruz. Kelvin had urged her to take a false name to help hide herself, but she refused. Chelsea was the name her parents had given her and she refuse to give it up for anything. Since she was in need of both money and a place to stay, she took a job serving at a tavern. The owner was a nice man, who have her a room to stay in while she worked. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
The job itself was a mixed bag. Some days were nice and quiet without incident. Some nights, however, if some men got too drunk, they could get a little too touchy-feely for her like. Thankfully, the tavern had a giant of a man named Rob who worked as security. If anyone got too drunk, started a fight, or started getting too grabby, Rob would kick them out. She liked Rob. Not in the way she liked Kelvin, that is, but as a person. He could be scary when dealing with a belligerent drunk, but was goofy most of the time. She considered him her best friend there, along with another server named Alison. She's who Chelsea went to whenever she was feeling particularly sad about Kelvin or when they wanted to gossip about people around town. The best part about her friends and the tavern's owner, Josh, was that they like her despite the fact that she was Sacaen. While some of the people visiting the tavern might have had a problem with that, they didn't and that's what mattered.
Chelsea wasn't looking forward to tonight. She was happy cause Alison was also working, which meant they could joke and gossip, but nervous because it was a night that people were going to over drink. As she changed into her bland work clothes, she looked over at her Sacaen garb. She wish she could wear it more, but as she didn't want to draw attention to herself, she rarely was able to. With a heavy sigh, she walked out her door and locked her room behind her. Maybe it would be just another boring night.
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 17, 2015 21:52:59 GMT -6
"Well this sucks", spoke Orcleous as he dragged himself into town. It had been a while since he had left Bern. The crimson Blades were doing good at keeping him out of his home nation. The last time he returned he almost got taken out by three of their assassins. In truth he probably would have died if it was not for lady luck watching over him. Unknown to him he was near Little Rock and his friend Yashi was investigating the fire, which he started, and happen to find him. If the assassin had found him, he would be six feet under. Still with the heat going on in Bern at the moment Orcleous decided it would be best to work outside of his homeland.
He had seen enough of sacae to last a lifetime. Instead he came to Lycia. He still had some contacts in this nation. Plus their was a good market for monster hunting. Orcleous had faced a good variety of evil badies in his short time as a mercenary. In a years time he had faced down beast as common as undead to the reclusive and rarely seen horsemen. Orcleous could possible go into business hunting them down or at least join a guild. Lycia was a turbulent country and he was sure he could find work, and work Orcleous found. He found so much work that he was up to his eyeballs in work. Orcleous had no idea how many demonic dogs and undead corpses were in Lycia. He had killed so many he stopped counting.
Tired and well warned out Orcleous dragged himself into the bar. He was tired of the smell of rotten flesh and was actually pleased to pick up the sent of vomit. The crimson Clad mercenary shuffled his way up to a chair and simply planted himself into it. He sat their for a moment simply hunched over and staring at a bleak table. "I miss the stability of Bern", he spoke. If anybody else was paying attention to him then they would fall over laughing. The words Bern and Stability should never be used in once sentence, but to Orcleous it was as stable as stable could be. The only problems in Bern were bandits, rebellion, and Ilia. They were easy and predictable. Here in Lycia it was monsters, bandits, mercenaries, murdering hobos, and any other god hatting abomination that pulled itself out of the darkest corner of the world. To Orcleous Bern was heaven. "I should have went to sacea", spoke Orcleous as he raised his hand and ordered some roast duck.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
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Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jan 17, 2015 22:39:42 GMT -6
It's been close to six months since Christophe had passed, Claire had did her best to keep her brother's dream alive. He had wished to help anybody that needed help, she saved people from those vile monsters that had been roaming Lycia, there was that one time she went hungry for a couple of days to make sure a family had something to eat that day. Only gift she had sought in return for her kind deeds was a smile and a thank you. Even then, she still hurt deeply thinking about her final moments with her brother, it was difficult and yet she couldn't stop thinking about it. Granted it was nice to be able to see him one last time, she has wished the circumstances were different.
In addition to his brother's philosophy, it brought her great joy in helping others. She knew the pain of loss, she couldn't allow that to be a burden to others. Her journey had brought he to this quite little town in Santaruz, she had stabled Ciel up for the night before finding a room to stay in. Once she had entered the room she had made sure the door was locked, she had set her pack on the bed while she began to dig through it pulling out the little things she had left to make sure she looked pretty. Once she had that laid out she began to remove her armor bit by bit, making sure to keep it looking clean as if it would get dirty in there. Once she had her armor stacked up neatly in the corner near the bed she returned everything to her bag except her brush and make up. She had untied the bow in her hair, letting it fall down before brushing it. She took her makeup to the mirror and applied it, making sure it looked just right, after applying the lip-gloss she had picked up her ribbon in one hand as gathering her hair in the other and began to tie it into a pony tail. It took her only four attempts before being satisfied with it, such an achievement for her these days.
She had wondered over to the tavern in search of something to eat, from what the inn keeper this was the best place to eat in town. As she entered the building, she was greeted by a friendly giant of a man. She had took a few steps in before stopping, she had remembered working in a place such as this before she started her journey. She looked around for a bit, she saw people talking and it only reminded her of her own loneliness.
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Jan 17, 2015 22:55:06 GMT -6
Chelsea was a common name. Terribly common. He knew at least three Chelsea, one of the was a knight who served under him. So when he heard the name, it barely crossed his mind. Didn't register, he was terribly occupied with other things after all. His mind a wash of all manner of things, constantly building upon itself. He handled it with a practiced grace, but it made it hard to pay attention to little things going about him sometimes. He worried, it was his nature, he was a worrier. He had been sent to Santuraz, not his first time there to be honest, but that was back when he was a raw recruit. Young, inexperienced, but now he was... somewhat older and still inexperienced. It didn't stop from his tiny town from propping him up upon the highest of pedestals like he was something to be proud of. He enjoyed the recognition, he just wasn't sure how deserved it was. It was a different type of journey then the last time he had been here.
Traveling the land with his brother, Kelvin, a name that was on his mind more often then he felt like admitting. He needed to step out of his younger brother's limelight to grow for himself, but sometimes it still ate at him. Was he alright? It's been so long since he's seen him, or heard from him. As far as he knew.... he was dead. He supposed the same could be said the other way around, after all if he hadn't heard from Kelvin he doubted Kelvin heard from him. Maybe he believed Merio was dead as well? He was very much not dead, mind you, not for lack of trying by every bandit in eastern Elibe.
He was sent on a... what would this be called? A diplomatic mission perhaps? They received a summons back in Tania, requesting representation. He wasn't sure for what, it was so vague as to be meaningless. Maybe it was just some stupid power play, Santuraz had a habit of thinking itself as the 'head' of Lycia now that Ostia had been indisposed. A certain haughty arrogance one could say. However, it might in fact be legitimate, and important. Either way at the moment he had been in Santuraz when he heard the name 'Chelsea'
It glazed over him, like every other time he heard the name. Or well it should have, it probably should have. Somehow it stuck with him though. Maybe it was the context, or maybe it was the memories brought up by his revisit to the city? A strange sort of nostalgia, seeking memories of the past laid buried. Whatever the reason it lingered in his mind, Chelsea was the girl that Kelvin had been dating when he last saw his brother. A few of the men around town ooh and ahhed about the 'exotic sacaen girl' at the tavern, a girl named Chelsea. Longshot didn't even begin to cover it, but the simple fact was that it intruded upon his other thoughts. More important thoughts, that shouldn't be shoved haphazardly aside. This might be a chance to learn about what happened to his brother. Even if it was better left alone, he couldn't just ignored. Maybe it was fate? After all he prepared for almost any scenario, but never prepared for this. He was more certain he'd come face to face with his brother then vaguely hearing about one of his potential past lovers.
How did he come to this? Standing in this tavern, he didn't even drink. Impaired his mind too much, made it hard to plan. Yet here he was at the counter, debating whether or not to ask the question. It was about this time he realized people were starting to give him looks, probably because he had just been standing there saying nothing for about five minutes, so it was now or never. So he breathed deep and bit his tongue. "Excuse me, does a girl named Chelsea work here?"
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 17, 2015 23:22:09 GMT -6
It wasn't Chelsea who heard the man who had just talked in asking about her, but Alison who was on her way to a table with a plate of roast duck. "Chelsea? Yeah, she's the redhead on the side of the room." She responded, placing the plate of roast duck in front of the man in red who had ordered it. "If you're here to hit on her, come back later. We're too busy tonight for that." With a smile at her own joke, Alison went back to work.
As for Chelsea herself, she was no having a great night. Sure, there were plenty of people here, so the tavern would make good money, but she had the misfortune of having to serve a table of men who were already getting to the point of drinking too much. She could tell by the looks she was getting from a few of them it was only a matter of time before there was trouble. Sighing, she made her way over to Rob. "Hey big guy, just a heads up. That table over there might be trouble later."
Rob grinned and cracked his knuckles. "Don't worry, I'll handle them."
Chelsea gave him a smile in return before making her way over to a new customer who had just come in, a cute looking girl. She dodged around Alison as she went, who gave her a wink when she saw who Chelsea was walking towards. They liked to tease each other when the other was waiting on someone cute, a game that Alison won a lot more since Chelsea went both ways. She gave the girl a smile when she reached the table. "Welcome! Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 17, 2015 23:41:52 GMT -6
Finally thought Orcleous as his roast duck arrived. He was slouched over in his chair at the moment when the guy with the funny mustache walked in. He was looking for some girl and was asking about her. Orcleous kind of wondered what he was doing standing there before. From the look of him Orcleous thought he was a knight and searching for some bandit or something. Now he was asking after a girl. It must be his sister or his lover, either way it had nothing to do with the mercenary. The last time he got himself involved into other peoples relationship it got his brilliant pair of boots covered in vomit. Orcleous was not going to have that again.
"Thanks and here is a tip", spoke Orcleous as he gave the waitress a few gold coins. He add a extra one in because she was pretty. Orcleous was not usually generous with his coin, but at the moment he had plenty of it. Probably to much of it, if you asked him. Carrying around so much coin was a safety risk, but Oya could not help it. He did not trust banks, nor did he not accept coin. He was just going to have to deal with the cut purses and foolish mercenaries who thought they could take the coin off him. Without another thought Orcleous began to tear into his duck. It was good to get some food into his stomach. As Orcleous chowed down he took a look around for strange characters. At the moment nobody stood out, well except the obvious knight in the front.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
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Affinity: Light
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OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jan 18, 2015 1:02:20 GMT -6
It didn't take Claire long to find a quite table, she did however notice one that wasn't too far from her. She had saw the waitress point in it's direction as the big man seemed ready for some action. She had hoped it would resolve peacefully, oh she was envious of that waitress. When she had done this type of job, there was nobody there to deal with those people but herself, it must have been nice knowing you have somebody else more suited to deal with that type of job than yourself. Oh right, the lady had asked for her order.
Hmm... She greeted her with a warm smile while she thought about an answer. "I'll have a glass of red wine if you have it." Claire didn't drink very often, but since she took a little more time to doll herself up and quite proud of how hard she's been working lately, she felt the need to splurge a little on something fancy. "As for something to eat, I'm not really sure what I'm in the mood for tonight. Do you have any recommendations?" The entire time Claire spoke she had kept her warm smile on her face.
While she had waited for the waitress' answer she had propped an elbow on the table and rested her chin on her left hand, using her fingers to play with the small strand of hair that hung on her check. She knew it wasn't exactly 'lady like', but then again she never really had a proper role model so she felt she could get away with that.
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Jan 18, 2015 2:23:38 GMT -6
"I assure you, I am not here to hit on- and you don't care. Great." He called after the woman, but she just ignored him and went on her way. He dropped his arms a bit in defeat. He was wearing a red doublet, not quite the armor he was used to. There was no call for it in town mostly, and being full armored tended to put most people off guard, but it also made everyone much more likely to ignore him. It's hard to ignore the guy decked in official knight's armor, if only because you'll think you get in trouble. It also made him a bit uneasy, being in an unfamiliar place with nothing but his sword at his hip. It wasn't that unusual for someone to have a sword, especially someone in finery such as him, even if it made people think he a pompous noble or some such.
He sighed, and looked around into the direction the woman pointed out, he had been all worried for nothing. What was he expecting? For her to just pop up and stab and shrieking "THAT'S FOR KELVIN YOU AWFUL HORRIBLE BROTHER" His shuddered at the thought, why did his mind always jump to those places? Maybe Kelvin hates him for abandoning him? Maybe he's... dead. Maybe this girl isn't who he thinks she is, maybe she knew even less then he did? A thousand situations raced through his mind, none of them particularly good. Maybe his constant assuming the worst will happen says something about him, it wouldn't be something that everyone he knew didn't already say to him a thousand times over though.
He saw her and quietly swore to his self. Sometimes the last thing you want is to be right. He recognized her, even in whatever this... attire she was in could be called. It was the same girl, the truth was he kind of hoped that it was a coincidence and he'd feel foolish and it'd be all 'oh well no harm done, it isn't meant to be time to go on with my life hurmpadurmpdurmp' (that was the sound of him marching forward in his new life) Instead it was that girl, Chelsea. He bit his lip, standing there for a moment. Unsure what to do. Undoubtedly looking weird to everyone in the tavern. Maybe... even a bit creepy. Oh Elmine, that's what they think isn't it? That he was some kinda of.... sicko stalker or something! They'll throw him out! Or in jail! Or maybe they'll just kill him rig- Merio you're freaking out again. Calm down, breath. No one is thinking you're being creepy. No one is staring. No on cares. They're busy with their food and drink. They can't throw you in jail, you're a damn knight-captain. They have... some kind of immunity or something right? Besides you aren't ogling, you aren't even interested in her. You're far more interested in the link she might have with your.... With Kelvin.
After calming his self down, he smiled easily. Well easier. He took a few confident steps forward towards the girl who seemed to be... flirting with this other girl. Huh. Maybe her and Kelvin didn't work out after all. "Excuse me, ma'am?" He says allowed to get her attention. He didn't know if she recognize him, he did have this AWESOME mustache now. "When you have a free moment, I'd like to speak with you." He said politely, ever polite was he.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 18, 2015 11:00:31 GMT -6
This girl. Chelsea couldn't tell if she was deliberately flirting with her or that's just how she acts normally. Either way, it was incredibly cute. "Red wine it is. And if you'd like my suggestion, the pork chops here are really good and they go with the red wine well." She smiled back down at the girl. Chances are she was only passing through, but if she was staying around for a little bit they could get to know each other a little more.
Before she could act on any of this, however, a guy who had the air of some sort of soldier walked up and asked to talk to her when she had a free moment. She almost laughed. She doubted she'd get anything close to a free moment with how crazy it was tonight. "It's a little crazy here right now, why don't you go grab a table and if it calms down a little bit, I'll stop over." She normally would have just told the guy to get lost, but he didn't seem to be hitting on her. Plus, something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn't figure out what it was. No use making any trouble tonight, especially when it seemed like there was trouble already on it's way.
She turned her attention back to the cute girl. "Tell you what, I'll bring you the pork chops and if you don't like them, we'll get you something else on the house. I'm Chelsea, by the way, in case you need anything else." With one last smile, she spun away from the girl and made her way to the kitchen, dodging around her least favorite table of drunk guys, one of who tried to get grabby already. She looked over to Rob, but he was helping a couple with directions to somewhere else in town. Hopefully that didn't take too long, these guys were really starting to get on her nerves. She passed Alison as she went into the kitchen. "Behave yourself over there..." She said with a wink and a giggle. Chelsea laughed and shook her head before putting in the girl's order.
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 18, 2015 16:29:29 GMT -6
As Orcleous feasted on his duck he continued to stare at Sir. Knight. It was not like he had anything better to do and the guy had a awesome mustache. Orcleous watched as his facial expressions twisted and turned as he thought something over in his mind. It was a bit creepy, maybe the guy was some kind of weird stalker type or something. A knight stalker, now Orcleous was feeling bad for whoever he was stalking. Name and title does not go well with crazy. As the man walked forward Orcleous turned his head. He watched as he spoke with the waitress who then directed him to a table. "Well he struck out", spoke Orcleous as he turned his head back around. Well this was getting interesting, thought the mercenary. Still he was going to need to talk to that guy sooner or later tonight.
Eager to get his errand done Orcleous wolfed down the rest of his meal. The speed in which he devoured the rest of his duck was astonishing. The mercenary rose from his seat after he placed the last piece of meat in his mouth. He began to chew it along the way. With his sword on his side and his crimson breastplate gleaming Orcleous walked up to the mustache man with a mouth full of fowl. Before he spoke Orcleous rouse a single finger to signify waiting. He then swallowed the last of his meal before he opened his mouth to speak.
"How did you grow such a amazing mustache", asked Orcleous with a seriousness in his eyes. Orcleous saw no reason to dance around the stash or open up with small talk. This was the only thing he wanted from the man and the only thing that really mattered at this point. Orcleous has been trying to grow a mustache for years now, but the only thing he has ever gotten was a bit of peach fuzz on his lip. Shoot it was not even really visible. For that man to grow such a mustache he must have some kind of secret, and Orcleous wanted to learn it.
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Jan 20, 2015 23:15:27 GMT -6
"I... see." He says, measuring his words carefully. "I simply have some questions I'd like to ask of you when you've the time." He excused his self politely, giving a bow of the head like any good chivalrous gentleman would. He kept his hand away from the pommel of his blade, trying no to draw attention to the fact he was armed as that was simply a faux pas he didn't intend to weather, but it seemed like it mattered little since some people appeared completely ready for war and were just sitting around. It was far from a reputable establishment, though he didn't particularly think himself as 'above' such places, he felt quite out of place. He never was much of a... tavern goer. That was more so Kelvin's thing, he never understood the allure of alcohol and all the rabble rousing was just asking for an accident to happen. A bloody violent injury. A bloody violent injury that kills someone. Like him. Merio could die, he didn't want to die, he was fond of living. So no, bars and taverns weren't his thing.
As she turned to do her job, he headed towards the table she pointed out. He was intent on speaking with her before the night was through, but there was no need to be rude about it. She was busy, that was clear. He was taking up her time, and he hadn't a clue on how short of long this meeting might be, so it was only fair to allow her to dictate when it took place. He needed not this night, for he was given it off to 'see the town' as it were. Of course he didn't need a guided tour of the city, it wasn't his first time here after all. The big place was the castle, and that's about all he needed to know really, everything else was just flavor. So he spend his night off here... in a tavern... waiting for some girl to maybe talk to him... about his brother. Huh. Sounded less pathetic in his head.
Just as he began to frown to his self, he was approached by a man. It should have caught him off guard, since he hadn't seen the man, but Merio was so darn used to people showing up out of nowhere while he was lost in thought that he's conditioned himself to not be surprised. He looked over the man, telling him to hold up while he finished eating something or another, a calm and detached look on his face, his eyes sort of glazing over the armored and armed man. Then he asked about his mustache. Odd question, but not unfounded, as his mustache was rather impressive. "Well it's rather simple, one day I stopped shaving it and it grew in. Then again I have to grapple with the beginnings of a beard every morn, it's simply in the blood I suppose." He rubbed at his chin slightly, small bits of fuzz were already breaking through in small bristles. It was more annoying then anything really.
"Excuse me sir." He nodded his head to the man and continued his way and took a seat at the table none too far from where they had been standing. He gestured at an empty seat with a polite smile. "This seat is available, if you've a mind. If not, may fortune treat you well." Be polite to everyone you meet, it took so much less energy then being rude, and people you're polite too are far less to try and murder you later. Not impossible, since that theory has been proven wrong time and time again, but he's noticed far less drunkards trying to take a shot at him when he wasn't a dick. The truth was he wasn't sure how long Chelsea might take, he could do worse then someone to speak with. This man looked like he might be a danger as well, so it was best to ascertain info and inquire about him at this point if possible. He might come after Merio later with that blade, and if he learned important information now it could be of use. If not, well he was a smart guy, Merio'd live. Probably. Assuming he didn't die horribly. That was a possibility too. Actually that was always a possibility. Specially with how his mind worked.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jan 21, 2015 0:46:04 GMT -6
The girl had introduced herself as Chelsea after making a suggestion of pork chops. Then, before Claire had a chance to respond Chelsea was off. Not that she would refuse, she did ask for a suggestion after all so it would be rude not to take it. She did doubt she would dislike it, pork chops was something she did fancy. As Claire waited she had sat up straight while looking around the room, it was a lively place, outside of that one table it had seemed like a calm place, well as calm as it gets in a tavern.
Not too far from Claire was a couple of guys talking about one of their's ability to grow a mustache. That was one thing she was very graceful for not having, beards and mustaches were icky, and she wasn't a fan of them on men either. While she had sat listening to their conversation she would shift around a few times, trying to make sure her dress wouldn't wrinkle from sitting on the hard stool, it was some what ironic somebody that cares so much about their appearance would go to any length to help others. It didn't take long sitting there listening to the sounds of the tavern to remind her of much simpler days.
Days where she spent at home, her responsibilities were to keep the house clean, her older brother had refused to let her work to support the two of them. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, but she had knew how to sow stuff so she would spend part of her time as a tailor. She thought he didn't know, but word spreads quick in their small town yet he allowed her to do it. At least once a week he would treat her to a meal at their local tavern that way she didn't have to cook and clean every night, he was horrible at both. As she waited she became uncomfortable upon that memory.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 21, 2015 13:30:05 GMT -6
It took a few minutes, but eventually that cute girl's order was done. Balancing her plate in one hand and holding a cup of red wine in the other. Weaving her way through the crowd, she eventually reached the girl's table. "Here you go! One glass of red wine," she said, placing it on the table. "And pork chops. I'm actually jealous right now, they smell amazing." She placed the plate down as well. "If you need anything else, feel free to call or over. Or throw something at me if I'm not paying attention." She smiled and laughed before returning to her work.
A number of minutes passed uneventfully. Chelsea and Alison dodged around the tavern, bringing people food and drinks to the people who needed them, taking away empty glasses and plates from those who were finished. The tips weren't too bad and for the most part, it seemed like they'd escape the night without incident. As she was finishing cleaning a table, she realized she would actually have time to go talk to Sir... what's his name knight guy. Before she even had a chance to look over to make sure he was still there, she felt a hand on her backside. That's when she realized that she had her back to the table of drunkards. Awesome. As fast as she could, she slapped the hand away. "Do not. Touch me."
"Come on, baby, why don't you come home with me?" The drunkard slurred.
"I'm not interested. Leave me alone."
The guy then got to his feet, swaying as he did. "What's your problem!?" He yelled at her. She turned to look for Rob, who had already started to make his way over.
"Alright boys, you're done here tonight. Let's go." The rest of the drunkards seemed to accept that the night was over, but Chelsea's biggest fan wasn't having it. He turned back to her.
"This is all your fault! We were just trying to have fun and you ruined it! You little savage!"
"Whoa! Now THAT was uncalled for!" Rob roared at him. "Get out, now, or I'll make you get out!"
The guy glared at Chelsea, who was standing in a state of full shock. She'd been insulted for her heritage before, but she had never been called a savage before. Before she could take in what was actually happening, the drunkard slurred, "You stupid little..."
It all happened at once. She had to piece together what happened afterwards, because everything went black for a moment. She remembered the man calling her stupid. The next thing she knew, she was laying on the floor next to a broken table and soaking wet. She looked up to see Rob holding the man in a bear hug and dragging him out of the tavern. Alison was kneeling next to her, looking terrified and saying something about ice. That's when Chelsea noticed the pain in her left eye and was able to put together what had happened. She had been punched in the face.
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 22, 2015 8:46:37 GMT -6
"What are you serious", spoke Orcleous with surprise as he took the seat offered to him. "So you are telling me their is no special trick. No ointment, no grooming technique, just plain old simple blood. Well not on the outside of your body type blood, but you know blood lines and their traits." Great, thought Orcleous to himself. He was now sure that the mustache and beard were far beyond him. Not even his eldest brother had a full mustache and his father was always clean shaven. The changes of him growing such a mustache was now far out of his reach. If only he had been born into a bearded family, then his worries would have been obliterated.
Slightly dejected by the information Orcleous rested his chin on the table. It was now just another worry added to his list of things to worry about. "Oh I almost forgot", spoke the mercenary as he remembered he was suppose to have manners. "The name is Orcleous Sir. Knight how do you do", spoke the crimson clad lad as he extended his country bumpkin greeting. The night was going to be long and Orcleous had nothing better to do. However he was probably causing the knightly man some grief with him hanging around. What Knight wants to be seen hanging around mercenary garbage. Knights always had a strong hatred for the sell swords, well most knights Orcleous meet. The very thought that they might be similar seemed to really get under their skin. It was one time a Knight nearly attacked the young swordsmen because he said that they were basically the same thing. What a way to get under a mans skin. Still this guy seemed nicer than most, which was good for Orc. He was not really looking for a fight at the moment. He had enough of that outside the walls. The horde of monsters seemed almost infinite.
"So if you don't mind me asking Sir. Knight", spoke Orcleous. The word seemed to just roll off his tongue. "Why are you not wearing your plate armor?" Orcleous went on for a while asking small questions and answering small questions till it seemed that everybody was starting to leave out. He remembered that the knight wanted to talk to some girl, but once most of the customers had left Orc figured she would head over this way. The mercenary gave his goodbyes and moved to leave himself when he heard the sound of a commotion. He turned around to see a drunken man call the woman a savage and it seemed that he punched her in the eye. "Bad move", spoke Orcleous aloud. He looked to Sir. Knight as he knew the in shining armor type usually got aroused by this kind of action. The mercenary stared on watching how this thing was going to unfold. His hand was on the hilt of his blade in case something went down, but he figured the situation was under control.
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jan 22, 2015 18:37:58 GMT -6
Claire had been swept up in memories to almost miss Chelsea's arrival. She caught the scent of the pork chops as she set them on the table, Chelsea indeed have every right to be jealous, they smelled soooo good. She had started her meal by taking a sip of the wine. From there she started to cut into the pork chops, she took one bite and they were even more delicious than they smelled, she might save a bite to offer to Chelsea if she passed by soon enough.
It was about the time she took her second bite, she had been eating slowly to savor the taste, when she had heard some sort of commotion from the loud table near by. She set down the fork and turned her head, from the sounds of it one of the men started to get a little touchy feely with her, unfortunately that wasn't the worst of it. By the time he had called Chelsea a savage Claire rose from her seat, to belittle somebody over there heritage was despicable and rude! Claire was going to walk over there and give him a piece of her mind, but things escalated too far too quick. The man had hit Chelsea, knocking her to the ground.
The large man that was at the door had a hold of the attacker, she knew she didn't have to worry about him but Chelsea was on the ground. Claire moved over towards her and knelt down, but not before shooting a dirty look at the drunk. She looked down at Chelsea with concern. "Oh my, are you okay? That looked like it hurt."
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