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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2016 17:28:53 GMT -6
Of all the places to stop by on his journey, Veigue had to run into another legion of trouble. Well, nothing compared to recently, but the dying down crowd of nosy villagers certainly held a degree of discomfort he's all too familiar with. Granted, the whole situation was already over, but at least the road to visiting the blacksmith landed him somewhere that he could offer his assistance without too much violence going on.
"Thank you, Mr. Veigue." A chubby-looking man, the mayor, approached him after arriving at the scene.
It was simple; he beat up a mage that set a house ablaze. Nothing all that big, but could have gotten worse if that fire spread. Thankfully, the villagers helped put it out while Veigue took care of the crook. With the hungry flames put out, the swordmaster stood beside the downed mage — the man's face looked more bloated than any balloon with all those bruises. He was just fortunate that Veigue wasn't in the mood to hurt him lethally, but they did need the idiot to be alive and well to ask him why he did it. As two village militia men pinned the man down, Veigue decided to lean on a nearby wall, crossing his arms as he listened to the squabble.
"But I aint do nothin'!" The mage said.
"Yeah, the only mage in the village totally wasn't the same mage who burned down a house and injured the mother and child inside," The village mayor said before he signaled to the guards. "Well, if you don't want to tell us why you did it, then just sit in a cell for a while. Think about your life... and maybe consider going home and be a family man for once."
The militia dragged the irritable mage away, and all Veigue could do was shut his eyes and sigh. At least it was all over, and he had about a million better things to do than to stop at a town only to deal with mentally unstable arsonists. His real concern was the mother and child who suffered some burns, but the sacaean heard some people rescued them and brought the two to a healer before he arrived on the scene. Wasn't sure who it was, but at least it was a situation he didn't have to think back on too much.
As he remained against the wall, left alone to his own devices, something about what he just dealt with reminded him of something; a memory far buried into the depths of his mind of a past event. He remembered it as vividly as he recalled how much he wanted to discard it. A lot of messed up stuff ended up being that way, really. His eyes remained closed, but a frown settled at the frustration of reminding himself that he was only a danger to those around him with that cloud of conflict always looming over his head. While brief, this temporary journey alone caused him worries, pondering on if actually staying with Nayru long-term may have been a good idea. No matter how much the friend didn't mind, having to deal with constant trouble at every corner was something he felt bad for putting her — or anyone else for that matter — through.
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Quineve
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Affiliation: House Tydeus Girviat
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Post by Quineve on Aug 16, 2016 18:48:16 GMT -6
Quineve has been on the road again. She lost counts of how many miles or how many towns she went by. She rested at one inn, then back to traveling and back and forth. She met people that were unforgettable though and she felt that she was one of the lucky ones to have met them. Sure, it wasn't always peaceful but well, she was still alive and that meant a lot, right? So far, she managed save some gold by helping the various traveler than wanted a cleric for protection, even if she couldn't fight to be honest. None the less, he presence made them less anxious.
The cleric arrived in the city of Bern a few hours before noon. She had been traveling with a local merchant that was going to trade a hefty amount of iron for gold. She was still asleep when they entered the city and was softly woken up when they were close to the blacksmith. She didn't slept much yesterday, the night was too cold for her robe but she was still in a good mood. The merchant gave her a few coins for traveling with him, even if Quineve refused the gold at first. He helped her travel and she barely did anything but to entertain him during the quieter time. After wishing him a good bye, the merchant and the lady with pink hair parted way.
She made her way in the many streets but something caught her attention. A small crowd, or what was left of it, was looking at something. However, being very small, she couldn't see nothing at all. She would have to zig zag between the crowd to get a better look. Which she didn't do. Instead, she simply waited for something to happen. And it didn't take long for that. The militia, or what looked like it, took someone away for the center of the crowd and then, the mass of people just went to different directions.
After that, Quineve looked around but was too shy to ask what was going on. So she simply stayed there, holding her staff and being kind of lost. Sighing heavily, the cleric began looking left and right for where to go next. Food could be good. She felt very small compared to the houses around her and in all honesty, she was very small to begin with.
As she was about to give up, he lady with pink hair turned her attention to a man leaning on a wall. Well, maybe he could help her. However she did hesitated before taking small steps toward the man. As she got closer, she began to notice something eerily familiar about that face. But she didn't say a word, he just stood there looking at his face.
By now, the man might have noticed that there were someone staring at him from few feet apart with a puzzled expression. It took her a few seconds of just standing there before asking a question.
"Sir..." She timidly began to speak. "Are you..." And she paused again and didn't finish her question. "Veigue?" Hesitation was clearly heard in her voice and her face. "Veigue? Is that you?" She then asked again now with sightly more enthusiasm. "It is me, Quineve." By now she was almost sure that it was really him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 0:20:47 GMT -6
Steps. At the first instinctive though, Veigue assumed it was someone coming back to thank him again or something. Upon opening his eyes, he almost thought it was the case, until the woman near didn't say anything and just stared. While awkward, it didn't bother him like it usually would, and her speaking up soon after helped a great deal. The swordsman almost convinced himself that challenging random strangers to staring contests was some kind of norm in the village, if the petite woman didn't speak up any sooner.
Though when she began to speak his name, Veigue tensed, albeit slightly. At first, he thought one of those confounded wanted posters were spread out in this town, thinking this person might have seen it. No break once more for him, he thought... uhh, but last he checked, assassins didn't wear lady-like attire and carried a staff around. She could always whack him upside the head with it, though. But obviously just from her approach alone, she wasn't someone affiliated with his nemesis. But when she spoke of her own name...
"Quineve..." Her name rolled off his tongue, knowing it was too familiar for him to forget.
Of course. Irony never ceased to amuse him, knowing that the same event in the past he wished to bury held a strong relation to her, though more on the positive side of that nightmarish experience. He stood back tall, more or less doing what Quineve did earlier, giving her a good stare for a couple of seconds as her appearance confirmed it all. With that established, his eyes wandered to an opposite direction, feeling much of the shame and failure he felt those eight years ago.
"It's... been a while. And seems like I don't have to hurt my neck looking back up at you anymore..." While joking, his neutral tone betrayed any kind of implication that he was.
Quineve was less taller than he remembered, though that's because he was only a tiny cub at the time, still fresh from a once-peaceful life that got flipped upside down. But that was beside the point; he remembered her more for the act of kindness he didn't deserve. At least, that's what Veigue thought back then. Still true to a degree; he failed to save a woman and her infant — very similar to the situation he handled today — and he barely defeated the two raiders while escaping as a bloody mess. It was the same as losing the battle, and he should have died there, too. But then the woman in front of him today saved his drifting life back then; a life that didn't hold much meaning or importance to him in the past.
The event was responsible for one of the many deep, concealed scars embedded on his skin for eternity. It never did close up after the healing, but no need to let Quineve know about that part.
"Looks like you've been doing well since that day," Veigue said. "How's your travels?"
He was pleased to see her again, but at the same time, shamed to show his face — she's the one solely responsible for why he's been able to continue his journey and found purpose along the way, yet the reunion reminded him of a weakness he may or may not have overcome yet. Veigue remained lost for any more appropriate words, wondering if Quineve remembered as much as he did from that fateful day and night of physical and mental pain of recovery.
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Quineve
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Post by Quineve on Aug 20, 2016 18:02:10 GMT -6
Quineve was quite happy once that her old friend, Veigue, recognized her as well. It has been so long back then, they were about the same height, she always been about 5'2" and never really got taller with the years. Now, she was the one that need to look up to see his face. It was fine, Veigue was a just a young teenager back then. The lady in the white robe took few steps closer and reached for his hand. She then looked at his feet and then scanned him from toes to head for a second. "Oh, Veigue. it is so nice to meet you, dear."
"Look at you now, you have grown so much!" She said while giggling. "You used to be so small when I first met you, now you look so tall."
"How long has it been? It has been too long since I have heard of you. Ten years perhaps?" She then asked while holding his hand, if he would let her to do so. "I wonder what kind of adventures you got into. Or what kind of trouble you got into. Tell me you are did not end up on the wrong side of the law." And she laughed. She couldn't imagine him being the bad guy. He was calm, but from what she could recall, he always been like that. Old habits die hard. But aside from being calm. he did look good.
"Oh, I have been traveling a lot. A long way from home for sure. So much to see, so little time." Quineve said leaning her head on one side while smiling. She just wanted to hug him but wasn't sure if he would accept that hug. It was hard to determine if he was as happy to see her. And then she paused to release his hand. Placing her hands together on her staff.
"Oh, where are my manners. I hope I am not bothering you."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 21:46:35 GMT -6
"And I see you haven't changed at all. That's a good thing." Veigue nodded his head, forcing a smile as she took his hand. At least her natural politeness helped distract him from brooding on the past tragedy. "Yeah, somewhere around there. Time sure flies when you're busy and traversing through this continent on the grind to peace."
The swordsman held a degree of honesty about his lack of awareness in the passing of time. He didn't take much of a good look at himself these days, not realizing he grew that much in the physical sense until Quineve pointed it out. Even if he grew as tall as a modern home, Veigue wondered if he'd be oblivious to even that. Quineve didn't change much in her appearance, though she was a bit older than him, and he knew from growing up with his sister Lena that women matured differently. His dear sister already looked like the spitting image of their mother when she made only sixteen...
"It's no bother at all. Just wasn't expecting to bump into you again. I'm still grateful for what you've done for me, so it's nice to see a familiar, friendly face these days." He said. "It sounds like you've had an eventful journey thus far, and it's admirable that you're still going. Elibe needs more pure saints."
Veigue knew Quineve was only joking about the whole bit about getting into the wrong type of trouble, though the thought of the harsh reality of his situation was hilarious to the point where it wasn't at the same time. No way to answer on how that works, but eh. If he told her the gist of what he really got himself into, the swordmaster wasn't sure if Quineve would laugh it off or smack him a dozen times for being so danger-prone. Nah, she wasn't that type of person, but delivering that kind of news was tough, and who knew how she'd react to something like that. Granted, he really was innocent, but conveying that without looking like he was covering his rear was a challenge.
"Oh, yeah... I've been having one hell of an adventure, all right. You wouldn't even believe half of it," Why was this so hard? "Ah, let's just say it's been interesting, for the most part. Experienced many different things I wouldn't have outside of Sacae. Succeeded well enough with mercenary work; improved on the weaknesses of my swordsmanship; met... interesting people. Got a bounty on my head, too, as an added bonus..."
If Quineve's been traveling a lot like he was, she'd probably seen his wanted posters around the Lycia, Ilia and Bern areas. Though given how the maker of his posters had a putrid artistic style, it's also very possible that she wouldn't have even known it was him if she didn't walk up to and read the posters in detail; and she didn't strike as the type who'd pay a lot of attention to tacked paper on the walls that ask random people to kill or capture another random guy irrelevant in the grand scheme of things in Elibe.
"Yeah." It's all he could get out. He almost wanted to bash his fist into the center of his face and fracture his nose for saying that little bonus.
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