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Post by Evelyn Bradford on Jul 26, 2015 17:22:57 GMT -6
Evelyn did her best not sigh, or drum her fingers, or tap her foot, as the man in front of her rubbed his chin. Evelyn was already in a bit of a foul mood about standing around the back of a tavern, let alone with four men. If anyone of relevence should happen by and recognize her she'd have plenty of hell to go through quelling any potential rumors. Even worse if she would have to deal with blackmail. But of course these drunken oafs didn't care about that, and Evelyn was forced to wait "patiently" as the man's friends ogled her with every lack of subtlety imaginable.
Only moments ago this particular man had been speaking to his friends in the tavern. He had spoken about an old witch he came across in some alleyway. Judging by his description it sounded a lot like the man had found her old mentor. Curious but cautios, Evelyn invited/demanded the man come outside and tell her where he had seen this witch. Whether he was stalling so his men could get good looks at her, truly that drunk, or utterly stupid she had no idea, but he had been taking his sweet time in recalling where he had seen this witch.
Why Evelyn was in the tavern in the first place? Well...she wasn't proud of it, but she had been enjoying some ale herself. It was the late afternoon and the woman had, for the first time in quite a while, returned to Etruria. On the road she realized plenty of her preferred beverages from back home were unavailable to her so she had to adapt. Ale instead of wine. There was no harm in that, right?
Ugh, subject at hand, Evelyn.
"Right, I saw the witch north o 'ere...yeah...by the alleys near all them little 'ouses," The man slurred, after a century of chin rubbing. Evelyn took a small breath, closed her eyes, then put on a smile and nodded.
"Why thank you, good sir. That's all I needed to know. Have a good day," With that she turned on her heel, rolled her eyes, and promptly walked away from the men. Evelyn ignoring their not-so-quiet chuckles and mutterings as she did, but she did ball her fists up tight. That had been quite the test of patience indeed. Any longer and she may have snapped like a thin rope around a bull's neck.
Unfortunately, the "alleys" by the "little houses" was a commoner district. Made sense if this witch was truly her mentor, as commoners cared far less about the practice of magic near their homes than the aristocrats. Especially elder magic. Not to mention the fact that they were usually drunk beyond belief, like that oaf back there.
Still, Evelyn herself was slightly feeling the effect of her ale, but she was hardly stumbling or slurring her words. Her posture was still that of a lady's and he tongue quick and sharp as ever. The young lady Bradford was more distracted, not just by the ale but by the prospect of seeing her mentor once again. She wanted to know why the witch had left in the first place, and without so much as a goodbye.
Evelyn continued down the street, her focus not on the dwindling crowd around her but on her thoughts.
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Jude
Thief
"Lotta things you learn in this life. I still don't know what the hell's going on."
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Post by Jude on Jul 26, 2015 19:06:10 GMT -6
Jude was awoken from a loud, brutish snore by the laughter of some small kids.
He had taken residence in Etruria's common district, having nowhere to sleep, trying to find leads on his sister. He'd picked an alleyway towards the back of the district to avoid detection, and had laid over a barrel lazily in an attempt to provide himself with some sleep. These kids, however, had broken it. He'd heard that things were a bit rowdier of late with the Etrurian chaos, but he didn't think he'd have any trouble here. And yet, as he wiped the sleep from his red eyes, he realized that some trouble had just found him. Or perhaps he'd found the trouble. Whichever the case, he wasn't sure, but as the giggling idiots threw another rock at him, he realized that his time there would be short-lived. If what he planned on doing wouldn't get him thrown out, he wasn't sure what would.
"WITCH!"
One kid threw another rock as Jude was trying to collect himself, wiping the droll that had collected on his cheek. Witch? What the actual hell? He hopped down from the barrel. His fierce red eyes fixed themselves on a child, perhaps one eight or nine years younger than he, who had thrown a rock at him with a devilish smile. And then he heard it again. It had actually been said.
"WITCH!!" The kid threw another one, and it hit Jude square in the head. His face grew hot and his temper snapped. It didn't take much, of course, but once he was set off it was hard to calm him down. For whatever reason, this kid seemed to be asking for it. Okay, Jude thought. I can give him that.
With a surprising amount of slowness, Jude stepped out from the alley and saw the kids walking down the alley, occasionally glancing back at him. Perhaps all it took to spook them was to get up and act like he would pursue. After all, they were just kids, right? No need to actually hurt them-- they realized they were getting into some danger, so that was enough to qualm his anger, right?
Wrong, Jude though, an evil smile drawing itself across his thin, tall face. He quickened his pace going down the street, rudely shoving people out of the way as he walked. One woman in particular was troublesome-- a pretentious looking princess with golden locks dressed totally unlike the people that surrounded him. Like all the others, he grabbed her arm and pushed her out of the way. "Move it, princess," he scoffed, quickly glancing to meet her eye for a second before moving past her and continuing down the street.
As the kids he pursued also quickened their paces, Jude broke into a run and caught the one that had thrown the stone. He picked the child up by the collar, causing the people around the gasp and take off. The child looked completely frightened, totally terrified-- Jude thought he might piss himself. He cocked his head to the side. Jude shoved the kid against the wall, raising his body up off the ground so his feet hung in the air. The child began to cry. Jude brought his face in close.
"I'm not a witch," he said plainly, his smile still present. "but I'll turn you into a pile of sh*t if you throw another rock. You got it? So get out of here." Jude brutishly tossed the kid off the side, slamming him into the ground. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran off to join his friends. The commoners around him gave him scolding looks, thought none dared to address him.
He looked around them. Normally, Jude might've actually hit the kid. By his own estimation, he'd taken it easy. "WHAT?!" He shouted angrily, scaring some of the people off. "Tch. You guys act like you've never seen a witch before." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down the street slowly, deciding he would find out what the kids had been talking about.
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Post by Evelyn Bradford on Jul 26, 2015 20:45:47 GMT -6
Evelyn was thrown as violently from her thoughts as she was shoved physically. Evelyn stumbled and barely managed to catch her footing after some brute shoved her aside. Once she righted herself Evelyn turned stared at the offender, her eyes wide with disbelief. He hadn't actually just done that, had he? The purple haired man had even called her "princess", with a tone akin to that of an insulting one. He recognized that she was a noble, a lady at that, and he even made direct eye contact with her as he did so. Yet he shoved aside as if she were some homeless drunk.
Evelyn ground her teeth and started to storm after him, her utter disbelief slowly changing to anger. No, she would not be putting up with that sort of treatment. Not after dealing with the perverted drunks earlier. Evelyn decided it was high time the base-born of this country learned how to properly treat a lady of higher status than their own. Hands off and eyes up.
Things only got worse as Evelyn approached the man. She practically gasped as he grabbed some child by his scruff and threatened him, before throwing the kid to the ground. What sort of brigand was this? The children of the commoners did need proper discipline, but it was certainly not his place to administer it, especially if he was going to be so violent about it. The man looked around, eyes full of anger, and shouted before attempting to storm off.
Ohh no. Oh no, no, no no. It was far too late for him to simply walk this off.
Evelyn stormed after him, her anger bubbling steadily into raw fury, and quickened her pace that she may catch up with him. Once she did she gave him a firm jab in the back with her finger and cleared her throat quite loudly.
"You there, cretin," Evelyn stated firmly, staring at the man with anger, "I have no idea who you think you are, or where you think you are, but this is Etruria. And in Etruria, the commonfolk do not shove ladies and toss children. So, I demand you give me a reason as to why you would think otherwise,"
Evelyn put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. She had the composure not to act this way with the perverted tavern filth from before, but that composure was slowly slipping.
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Jude
Thief
"Lotta things you learn in this life. I still don't know what the hell's going on."
Posts: 118
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Post by Jude on Jul 26, 2015 21:38:22 GMT -6
"Muh?"
Jude's eyes had gone from angry red to soft, lazy crimson as he walked down the street, having effectively scared the people around him, making his path clear and easy. Great, he thought. He would have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight, he guessed. Etruria probably wouldn't work... This was no good. He should've thought this through before acting. He knew he wasn't good at that, but he often ignored his hindsight and acted the same way all the time. It didn't matter. It wasn't like this place was his home, after all.
But then the woman's angry voice threatened him, speaking out against his actions with a pretentious nature matched by none. Jude stopped, listening before he decided to turn around. He fixed his lazy red eyes on the woman and raised an eyebrow. Without even so much as an attempt to hide it, he looked her up and down slowly. Wonderful figure, needlessly hidden with a flowing skirt, the design of which was likely noble; in fact, her entire look seemed to scream "pretentious noble", but Jude couldn't be sure. And then... wait a minute. Jude thought for a second.
Was this the girl he'd shoved earlier? Seriously? She had followed him?
Jude smirked, shifting his weight onto one hip, resting his sleeved arm on it. His unsleeved arm reached behind his head to scratch the back of his head, trying to decide what he would say. Sure, maybe she was right, but who was she? His mom? Jude didn't think it was her place to make these statements. He didn't have to tell her anything, and he knew he probably wouldn't. But then, he could have some fun with this. Especially if she was hot-tempered like he was.
"Look," he began, his voice a condescending chide, "I know your type. Rich Etrurian noble, right? Think you can walk among the common folk 'cause you're better than them? Please. I don't have to explain anything to you. Pfft." Jude turned and began walking again, shoving his hands back in his pockets. His pace was slower, and a wicked grin grew across his face as he walked. If he was right about her, she would follow. And he could have fun with that.
"If it helps you," he shouted back, neglecting to even look her way as he did, "they think I'm some witch. Guess I'm pretty dangerous, huh?" The pink-haired boy chuckled as he walked away from the woman.
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Post by Willow on Jul 27, 2015 0:35:26 GMT -6
Ah, Etruria. The land of her birth. The Valkyrie was enjoying herself, riding slowly through the streets and peering over wares in storefronts. She wanted to pick up some new magic or a staff, but the prices were all so expensive. It was almost ridiculous, the amounts they thought they could charge. She'd have to wait and see if she could get discounts closer to Faresh; here everything seemed to have at least a ten percent markup. Absolutely absurd. How could anyone afford to live here? Buy food? It was unthinkable.
But then her attention was distracted by a commotion - something about shoving into ladies and tossing out children. Which sounded a lot like pre-marital business. Which she was a firm opponent of. That could wait until you'd settled down. No, there was no reason for unmarried couples to be engaging in those sorts of activities.
"Stop there, you two!"
The Valkyrie, imposing in her uniform, with blue hair cascading down, blocked the path of the man, who was no doubt trying to escape the woman he'd left with an gift that required a lot of sacrifice and input.
"Both of you have acted against Elimine's will, but that can be remedied. First, you must come to terms with your situation, and work together to grow on the path of Light.
You, young man, you have no right to desert this woman, especially if she bears your child. Your duty is to support her and her family. You must marry her, as soon as you can. The child must be raised in a proper household!"
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Post by Evelyn Bradford on Jul 27, 2015 2:35:08 GMT -6
"Oh no, don't you just go and walk away from me. Not until you answer me in earnest and learn your lesson!" Evelyn spat, stomping after the pinkette, her eyes ablaze with scorn. He had just talked down to her in a tone that was clearly condescending, patronizing even. What right did she have? What right did HE have!
Evelyn's bubbling fury had only grown when the man checked her out, as well. If she wasn't so riled up she could have derived SOME form or pride from it, further reassurance that she was attractive was always nice, but it was a bit much on top of everything had transpired. That wasn't even the end of his transgressions! The knave then mustered up the nerve to mention that the children thought he was a witch, as if that was some excuse...
Wait...could that mean those children-?
Evelyn had no time to think or respond to the man, who had begun to walk away, for a new challenger to her fury approached. This was a woman, clearly a holy woman of Elimine. Her uniform was that of an Etrurian valkyrie's...so she was military as well. She had just called them both out and did not look none to pleased.
"Oh crap!" This was NOT good. Though Evelyn did not recognize her there was no telling if this valkyrie would recognize her. No noble had business in an alleyway with some knave, it would draw too much negative attention and too many questions. Evelyn's mind immediately began to race for a proper method of handling the situation. Even amongst her fury towards the knave, her shock towards the valkyrie's appearance, and her curiosity towards this 'witch', surely she could come up with some manner of-
You, young man, you have no right to desert this woman, especially if she bears your child. Your duty is to support her and her family. You must marry her, as soon as you can. The child must be raised in a proper household!"
"Gu-huh?!" All thought stopped. Evelyn's eyelid twitched and she guffawed. She stared, mouth agape, at the valkyrie in complete and absolute disbelief at what she had just heard. Fury, shock, confusion, bewilderment, disbelief, curiosity, and fear all piled onto her mind in rapid succesion and in repeated motions. It took her a solid couple of seconds for her to recover from this traumatized, near broken state.
Then, for the briefest instance of a second, Evelyn's hazel eyes twinkled deviously.
"Oh yes, good sister! Please do tell him how wrong he is!" Evelyn exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air as if she was flabbergasted, which she was to her credit, "I loved and trusted him enough, Elimine forgive me, to accept him willingly into my bed, and this is how he repays me! See, see?!"
There. This ought to teach that knave not to go about like some farm animal let loose. Slowly Evelyn's mind calmed and she did her damnedest to hold back a grin.
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Post by Oya on Jul 27, 2015 7:56:49 GMT -6
"What the crap is going on here", spoke Oya as he turned the corner. It was rare for Oya to appear in the public, outside of military institutions and port cities. The cities closer to the heart of the nation seemed a bit too stuffy for him. However Oya's wife wanted him to get use to the Holy Land and Oya had to agree. Mainly because happy wife happy home and secondly he was probably going to be staying in this nation for quite some time. At this point his family was so entangled into there politics Oya was not even sure he could get out if he even wanted too. Instead of marching around in his official white armor Oya was wearing his black priest robe. He chose this type of clothing for two major reasons. The first was that oya by all technicality wad not a full member of the Inquisition. Even though he held some rank and worked beside them he was not a member and thus wearing there armor in the streets would simply cause confusion. The second reason being that Oya did not want to stand out. Sure the black priest robe stood out a bit, but heavy blindingly white armor would stand out far more. Rubbing his eyes Oya looked at the situation. A noblewomen, a pink hair guy, and Willow talking about children. At this point Oya was fairly certain that this was probably not what Willow thought it was. He knew from personal experiences that Noble ladies did not open there skirts so easily. Especially from this guy who looked like a bum. Then the noblewomen spoke and was now sure that this most definitely was not what was going on. "Alright", spoke Oya as he looked at the pink hair man and the noble wench. "Can somebody tell me what is going on here? From what I can tell Willow they don't seem to be a couple. Mainly due to the fact that one is a bum and the other is a aristocrat."
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Jude
Thief
"Lotta things you learn in this life. I still don't know what the hell's going on."
Posts: 118
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Affiliation: Jabal's Pet and Human Weapon
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Post by Jude on Jul 27, 2015 9:16:03 GMT -6
Jude almost literally departed from himself. In a matter of seconds, his already disgruntling situation had turned from bad to the worst absolute possible outcome. Initially, he'd had trouble with kids-- okay, he thought, that was fine, kids are stupid. Then he'd started to have trouble that might turn into fun with this woman-- okay, good enough. He could handle that. But now Mrs. Prude and Price and her Orange Bitch were upon them, completely destroying the hope that Jude had left for the day to turn out as some semblance of good? Honestly, when he thought about it. he would rather stick a knife in his eye and end it all before this got even worse.
But he couldn't. Because it immediately got worse. Much, much worse. Jude became so enflamed with anger that instead of its typical red, his skin went white. His eyes lit up like destructive fireworks, and very, very slowly, he turned to face what he saw was a blue-haired woman and her counterpart, thankfully disagreeing with the assumption that the two were an item. Jude? An item with this aristocratic slime? As if, he thought. He wasn't sure he would ever do that to himself. But then again...
Once he turned around, Jude tried to unleash his fury, but there was simply so much of it that it failed him. The moments dragged on forever. He looked angrily between the three people, and more than absolutely anything else in the entire world, he wanted to throw knives in the woman, punch the orange-haired idiot into the sun, and be on his way. But he couldn't well do that, could he? They would give chase. It was obvious that Fate, if there was a Fate, was keeping him from having a good day. Fine, he thought. Whatever. I'll play along.
He sighed heavily, walking over to the blonde woman with whom he had been speaking initially. Being a fair deal taller than she, he attempted to firmly grab the top of her head in what would normally be an affectionate touch, but because he wanted her to suffer for playing along with them, it was fierce and painful. Then he'd clench his fingers angrily into her skull and rubbed his thumb deeply into her hair, pulling her close to him. His breathing was short and furious, and he looked the blue-haired woman in the eyes as he spoke, totally ignored her orange-haired lackey.
"...Yes. Gods, yes. You're so right. Oh, my dear," Jude said playfully, turning down to the blonde woman, a violent glare in his fiery red eyes, "how could I EVER think that I could LEAVE you and GET ON with my life... NOT WITH OUR CHILD, NO, OF COURSE I COULDN'T DO THAT!" He wanted to pick her up and throw her far away. Far, far away. Then he wanted to throw the others far, far away.
If looks could kill, Jude's glare fixed upon the blonde woman's face would have stricken her completely dead.
How dare she play along. This whole mess might've been avoided. But enough with her, he thought. Now it was time to terrorize the blue-haired maid. He spoke calmly, hiding to the best of his ability to anger within him, "What can I say, miss? When you have a mistress hot as this one, who is so good in bed, how could I possibly resist having a child with her? It was silly, but I would never leave her-- no, not outside of wedlock. THAT'S why we're planning our wedding for this weekend!"
His firm grip on the blonde girl's head grew tighter. He was ready to kill everyone.
Finally, Jude turned to the orange man. "How lucky am I, to have landed the most beautiful, wealthy, aristocratic princess in the entire realm? Pretty lucky, since I'm such a 'bum', I suppose. NOW IF YOU WILL LET US BE ON OUR WAY..." Jude attempted to grab a fistful of hair of the blonde girl and tried to pull her along. Sure, he might not be able to have a good day without suffering, but he would be absolutely damned if she didn't suffer with him. If he could get her alone, he would absolutely make her pay. Woman or not, he was going to beat the life out of her.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Post by Jabal on Jul 27, 2015 15:19:40 GMT -6
As the pink-haired youth finished his eye-popping, vein-bulging, overly emotional, sarcastic rant, a familiar, ogre-like hand grabbed at the back of Jude’s head. This time, however, it didn’t wrap its thick fingers around his neck. Instead its fingers gripped into the back of the human's collar, and wasted no time in yanking Jude into the air and dangling him there, in front of these other people, like a slab of meat to be sold at market.
"Imbecile," came the accompanying familiar voice, a low, bassy growl that rumbled like distant thunder. “Get yourself killed on your own time. I still have use for you.” Behind Jude, holding him aloft, stood a Mountain of a man, more than seven feet tall and rippling with tanned, well-trained muscle that was clearly visible under his red clothing, a military uniform of sorts. The outfit covered most of his flesh save for his forearms, revealed by rolled up sleeves, and his massive chest, visible from behind the unhooked flap of his jacket. He was, by any standards, an impressive figure, intimidating to all but the bravest and the most foolish, and even without the primal strength of a dragon at his behest, Jabal's human form was superior than any human he'd met in size and strength.
But Jabal had no mind for the idle bickering taking place, nor was he in the mood to trade threats with human priestesses. This town was a stopover, not a destination, and the fact that Jude had wasted their morning here by falling asleep in some dank alley was infuriating enough as it was. The fact that he'd started a fight with a bunch of other slack jawed, loud mouthed humans was merely salt spread across the surface of an already rotten pastry.
So without another word the dragon turned around and began hauling Jude away, the latter’s feet just barely brushing the ground. If he hadn’t had need for the pink-haired youth’s meagre yet situationally useful skill-set, he would have discarded the damn idiot by now, but unfortunately for the dragon now was not the time nor the place for such a thing.
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Post by Evelyn Bradford on Jul 31, 2015 9:30:18 GMT -6
Many things proceeded to transpire to poor Evelyn and, had she not been so incensed, she would have seen it as direct consequence for her actions. Firstly, some orange haired girl joined the holy woman but did not see what she had seen. Instead she saw the truth: that Evelyn was an aristocrat, Jude was a bum, and they were certainly not engaged in any manner of relationship. In hindsight Evelyn would have been thrilled by this revelation, but she had already made her admittedly childish move.
The next major action was the pink haired buffoon's response. He wasn't quite as savvy as she was...but he was damned good at reducing her savvyness to nil. He reacted far over the top, sarcasm and dramatics obviously present in his every word and action, but it got worse. The pink haired rogue gripped Evelyn's head and started to squeeze tighter, and tighter, clearly intent on causing pain due to his own blasted temper.
Evelyn came close, very close, to whipping out her tome and blasting a hole into the man's chest. Such was her rage. Evelyn had never felt that level of violence before, but the fact that a man had the audacity to manhandle her in such a rough and painful manner was just a bit too much. Evelyn kept the act on only because a woman of the clergy was present, but had she not been, this brute would be in far more pain than he could ever cause her.
That's when things started to get truly weird, however.
She felt this brute's grip on her head slip away, up into the air even. Evelyn turned round and blinked as she saw an absolute monster of a man hoist the rogue into the air by his collar. She had never seen any human being even close to the size of this man here. It was hard to believe he was human, he certainly surpassed average human proportions. He growled out some nonsense towards the rogue before...walking away.
Did this nonsense frequently occur in the streets of the commonfolk?
Wait, no. This was not how this was meant to end. Evelyn had legitimate questions, not to mention this brute still had to pay for all he had done to her: now so more than before.
"Hold, good...sir," Evelyn stated, walking after the large man as he dragged the pinkette along with him. "I also have unfinished business with this ruffian,"
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Post by Oya on Jul 31, 2015 15:38:36 GMT -6
Who the f$%^ is this guy, thought Oya as a really big man rushed in and grabbed the pink haired man by the collar. Oya had no idea who he was, but the very sight of him pissed him off. Not only was he taller than Oya, but he was wider than Oya, and from what the warrior could tell hims muscle where probably stronger than his as well. Oya had not felt so ... deficient since the first time he visited his cousins in Bern. There was something about this man that really got under his skin and he had not said a single word to him. He reminded him of his dead cousin. The big lunk he visited back in Bern. Wide, big, and proud, he talked about Oya's size and face just like all the others. Oya taught him though. Poison had a way of bringing the mightiest opponents to there knees, thought that story was for another time.
"Hey what do you think you are doing with my afternoon entertainment", spoke Oya toward the big man as he tried to drag him away. Oya had no idea what his relationship to the pink haired man was and to be truthful he did not care. Oya really wanted to do was to show the guy up, just because he was big. Being the small man his hole life Oya always had a problem with people talking about the way he looked. Sure he used the fact that he looked girly to his advantage, but Oya would prefer to to be big like his brothers or like his cousins. Instead he was cursed with a body that was relatively slender. This guy, well he won the lottery for good genes and that very fact just ticked Oya off.
"So who in the world are you suppose to be, Durbans or something. I don't know what your relationship is with the pink haired man, but from the looks of it I can guess it is pretty disgusting. Let me give you a final warning. Keep your lover on a tight leash next time. If not I might have to teach him some proper manners. Mongrels like you and your friend should know your place and stick to the docks. We don't need vermin walking down the main street."
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Jude
Thief
"Lotta things you learn in this life. I still don't know what the hell's going on."
Posts: 118
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Post by Jude on Jul 31, 2015 15:59:51 GMT -6
"ACK!"
Before he knew it, Jude felt the firm and familiar grasp at his scarf from behind him, and when he heard the voice, he grew more livid than he imagined he could get. Could his day get any stranger, any weirder? He did figure, of course, that in his time away from the Mountain he could sneak a nap... And now Jude knew what happened when he tried to get out of his duty. He'd be found be three complete strangers, found by the Mountain, grabbed, and hauled off. Like a pack mule. Of course, he would show the Mountain who was boss... Or he would try. Someday. When he felt ready. Today was not that day.
Still, the pink-haired boy's scowl grew more fierce. He reached up to grasp at the Mountain's hands, just like he had the last time when they were in the cave, and he tried to wrestle himself free. To no avail, though, since the Mountain's grasp was strong and unbreakable. "HEY! Get your hands off me, damn it, I can handle myself! I could take on all three of those guys if you'd let me! Giant bastard!" Jude struggled beneath the grasp some more, but could get nowhere. Eventually he sighed, rolling his eyes as that blasted girl followed behind them. Great. Right when he thought he'd found a savior, she came to ruin the fun. This was great! This was exactly what Jude wanted on a day like today. A bunch of morons telling him what to do, trying to pick fights with him.
"RUFFIAN?! I'm a pirate, you snob!" Jude barked at the woman as she approached, still being dragged off by the Mountain. He'd stopped trying to actively break the man's grip around his collar, but still flailed his limbs angrily, like a child. He fixed his angry red gaze upon her, sneering. "Oh that's just great. Just great! Wonderful. Hey, princess, while you're at it, when you're done finishing your business with me, maybe you can use your high-and-mighty pretentiousness to GET ME OUT OF THIS MESS! Geez, it's like I can't catch a break..."
He turned his head back to the giant man, the man he'd been instructed weeks back to call the Mountain. What a farce. Jude determined that he would find out the man's name so he didn't have to keep embarrassing himself by addressing the man with such submissiveness.
And then, as if he had predicted it, his day got even worse. The orange-haired idiot from earlier followed suit, some girl who thought because she was a nun she could stop the two in their tracks. Before the Mountain had a chance to deal with the issue himself, Jude hissed at the new orange figure defensively. "Hey, BACK OFF! I don't need this from you!" He flailed his legs again. As he listened to the man's tirade, he grew more impatient. "VERMIN? You bastard! I'll kill you for that, you fireheaded little ant!"
Jude turned back to the Mountain, eager to be let down so he could handle this issue. Or just let the Mountain handle it. Whatever he was allowed to do... Geez, Jude thought, he had virtually no freedom anymore. He sighed internally, ready to blow up and cause trouble.
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Post by Willow on Aug 3, 2015 11:58:40 GMT -6
What in the name of Elimine just happened?
"Oya? What is going on here?"
First the woman accepted her suggestions, and the man as well, which had already poised her to give her speech about safe habits and picking a spouse wisely, but then Oya had appeared and told her that it was probably not the case. Why? They seemed to be lovers having a spat, and so she was doing her Elimine-given duty to protect them from the pitfalls of sin and-holy Blessed Saint, that was one big man.
The lumbering giant had appeared as if from nowhere, grabbed the man, and began to drag him away. The Valkyrie's eyes glowed faintly in the light as they scanned the huge man, and then a twinkle took hold in them.
"Hold, brute! As an Etrurian officer, I order you to state your business and relationship to the man you are detaining! If he is indeed a pirate, he is target of our laws and will be held accountable for the full penalty for pirating. As per Chapter XIV, Section VII, Line XII of the Etrurian Military Handbook, he is ours to question and then ours to penalize if we assess and find a sentence necessary. Do not obstruct our justice, or you will be held accountable as an accomplice! I warn you, I will not hesitate to use any force necessary to carry out the Will of St. Elimine!"
The Valkyrie, still on Storm, pointed at the huge man. If he did not comply, she would use her power, Oya's, and that of the guards to bring them to bear in her land.
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Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Aug 11, 2015 16:53:28 GMT -6
When the blonde haired human girl came floundering up to Jabal with an indignant look on her face, the dragon could only roll his eyes. "Unfinished business" with Jude, eh? Ha! "Business". Right. By the way Jude had been grabbing the girl's head, Jabal figured the boy had likely started some sort of fight that the girl was looking to continue. Well Jabal was ending it. The boy sqwaked like a parrot, and was about as composed as an angry dog, and honestly Jabal wouldn't be surprised if one day the human began hurling his own filth at people when excited. The dragon wasn't going to stay around and deal with every little mess Jude managed to cause because someone upset him.
And upsetting Jude was not something hard to do. Before Jabal even had the chance to tell the girl to go bother someone else with her frustratons, the pink haired thief had already begun spouting off and flailing about like an upset hatchling. He fancied himself a pirate, some sort of ruthless brigand, but every day he proved he was little more than a pouty, shouty manchild.
But of course the girl wasn't the only one upset with this sad excuse for a seadog. The short orange haired human in the priestly garb shouted some self-righteous nonsense at Jabal which brought the dragon to a halt. But it wasn't the insults that had done it, because truth be told the Mountain hardly cared to pay attention to all this human chest puffing when he had somewhere else he needed to be. No, it was the name of that bastard, Durbans, and that had stopped Jabal. This man dared to compare him to Durbans? That crazed butcher!? Odd that a human would be using it as an insult, since the dragon doubted that the berzerker was anything but another hero to these cretins, idolized like a god. But that hardly mattered to Jabal; just the comparison itself made him furious.
And the woman too roused his ire, sitting atop a pony and speaking as if she had some sort of authority. Of course she thought him a human too, and errantly assumed he would comply with whatever it was these humans passed as "law" just because it came from the lips of someone who thought themselves important. No. She, a human, had no power over him, a dragon, and he would not give her, nor her little compatriot, the satisfaction of excercizing any that they mistakenly thought they posessed.
"You seem to think I care," Jabal growled, his voice a low rumble. "This man is mine to do with as I please. Take your book, and b***h's will for that matter, and shove it down your throat." The dragon looked over his shoulder and flashed his teeth in a threatening grin. "'Out one hole and in the other'. Isn't that how the saying goes?"
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Post by Evelyn Bradford on Aug 12, 2015 17:30:38 GMT -6
The sheer rudeness of this entire situation had escalated to levels beyond Evelyn's comprehension. Only the good sister of the Church kept her vocabulary clean, but just about everyone else had hurled insults to and fro. The pink haired brute had been the worst, and the most vocal, to the point where just the sound of his voice alone had begun to grate Evelyn's ears. She was certain that, had a woman that was clearly too 'holy' for her own good, not been nearby, that she would have whipped her tome out and cursed the pinkette straight into the Nether.
However she could not do that. Her identity was, thankfully, not being brought into question and for the most part the Sister and her ginger...friend, seemed to be more focused on the ludicrously large man that had begun to drag the pinkette away. Honestly, despite his size and poor temperament, he was not the one that Evelyn had an issue with and was thus not the one she focused her attention on.
Instead she watched the so-called 'pirate' as he squirmed to no avail. He continued to belittle her yet seemed to ask her for assistance at the same time. "Me, assist you? After all you've done? Hah! I thought even pirates had their honor, but if you are among them then clearly I was wrong,"
Ugh, she couldn't get anywhere with this situation. The large man was determined not to release the pink mongrel, for whatever reason, and Evelyn wasn't about to try and force him. On the other hand there was a legitimate representative of the Church present. Evelyn had no real issue with them, but staying in the company of them for too long was just too risky...and usually rather boring. Again Evelyn had no idea about the ginger. Perhaps he was some sort of bodyguard for the Sister?
Though it made her blood boil even hotter it seemed that her best option was simply to pull out of the situation. So she crossed her arms and gave the pinkette a crude, haughty sneer, "No...I think I'll let this man do whatever he pleases with you. I'm certain it's precisely what you deserve, you uncouth cur,"
With that she turned to the sister and curtsied as gracefully as she could, restraining her fury to the best of her ability, "My apologies, Sister, for my behaviour. I assure you that this man and I will wed before the infant comes, but I think it best to leave him to whatever crude business he has for now,"
Thankfully she had remembered her little fib about the baby, otherwise the Sister would have no doubt chased her down with goblets of 'Holy Water'. Ugh, such lunacy.
Evelyn stormed away from the scene and brought a hand to her head. It throbbed and ached painfully. No doubt it was a result of pent-up rage. Regardless she couldn't afford to vent it in public. Perhaps she needed a glass of wine...or five.
...Wait...why had she come out there in the first place?
Ah! Her mentor! That damned accursed pink haired bastard mentioned a witch! Tch, so much for that lead, it seemed.
(Evelyn Exits)
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