Adelaide
Wyvern Rider
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Post by Adelaide on May 9, 2017 16:24:50 GMT -6
Was Taguel culture really this mutually exclusive from human culture? Adelaide understood Theodore's indignation, or at the very least tried to. She was too nonplussed and content with her meal to contend the matter further. Though, she couldn't fathom living day to day only in the name of survival and not permitting herself to live at least a little bit. Hence her tavern life and her regular appearances at said taverns. She hadn't been to this one before, however, this clapboard-and-brick establishment in a humdrum, inland Bernese town. Though she had caught wind of an assassination attempt on a former pirate's life at a tavern in Bern, that was nowhere near here. This sort of occurrence was commonplace in this country.
Adelaide sniffed. "Not a fan of chicken, I assume?" she asked in disbelief, raising an eyebrow. "Your loss. Save some for me next time."
She was awaiting a further response from Theo when the Taguel suddenly placed his elbow upright on the table. Was he truly issuing a challenge to her? Not only a challenge, but a challenge of strength, no less! Adelaide had the good fortune of being well-endowed in the muscle department in and around her shoulders, biceps, and triceps, so naturally she had no qualms about accepting Theo's bout in theory. However, she could be surprised; Taguel strength likely had different limitations and parameters than human strength. Moreover, Adelaide was a human female. While she was certainly quite strong, she would pale in comparison to a male warrior or other axe-wielder, though she could easily beat mages in an arm-wrestling match.
"You really challenging me to an arm wrestle, Fluffy?" Adelaide sneered teasingly. "You sure you'd rather not back out and have a carrot or two before bed instead?"
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Theodore
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Post by Theodore on May 10, 2017 13:39:57 GMT -6
She didn't seem to accept his challenge right away... instead opting for a witty comment about his love for carrots. Well, I mean she does a fair point. I do actually like to have a carrot before bed... Ugh, now's not the time to think about that Theodore! The taguel wanted to have an arm-wrestling contest and that's that!... Oh god, is this how booze makes you act? Anyways, Theo replied to her snyde remark with his own kind of sass: "Oh, here I thought you just said you could strangle a mountain? Don't tell me you were just making that up... OH! Could it be you think this bunny can beat you? Adelaide the wyvern rider fears a veggie munching ball of fur?"
Grinning to her, he wasn't even trying to be subtle about it. He was actively trying to get under her skin. He was getting more and more curious how she would react. Theodore actually expected her to instantly try and beat him, so now that she had done something unexpected, it simply made him more interested in seeing what she would do next. To be fair, he knew he'd probably lose against a trained soldier. His actual body didn't have the same strength as his animal form. Why do heavy lifting and carrying as a humanoid hen you can do it as a 900 pound behemoth? His arms had enough strength to properly use a bow but he felt as though a wyvern rider who fights with lances probably had much more power in her biceps than he did... But eh, he was curious about how the human would react. He hadn,t met a lot of them like her. His short time passed on Elibe had only made him interact with boring men and dumb merchants, snarky cynicswere much harder to find than he had believed...
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Adelaide
Wyvern Rider
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Profession: Aerial mercenary
Affinity: Fire
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OoC Alias: Moogle
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Post by Adelaide on May 11, 2017 14:07:32 GMT -6
Adelaide felt her forehead crease, the ale singing a soft ditty in her veins that all but fueled the gutting flame rising in her taut belly. She hadn't wanted her fervor to be so distinctive, but she supposed that by now she was well-known for her fire. Except she was, in all honesty, a nobody; she was only a common mercenary at this point. She felt her lips crumple into something reminiscent of a sneer.
Without another word, she began to undo the fastenings on the left bicep of her armor. After about thirty seconds, she let the plated metal fall to the wooden table, issuing a small plink in the process. The pale flesh revealed underneath, while not bulging with the muscles of the most testosterone-fueled berserker in all the lands, was still lean and powerful and somehow quite beautiful, built for stabbing and lunging rather than swinging and hoisting. She hoped one day to change that. Her broad shoulders unhunching, she placed her bare elbow on the table opposite of Theodore's.
"I don't even need the added weight of metal to wipe the floor with your fuzzy arse," Adelaide snickered. "I'll send you hopping back to Vinland scrunched into the bottom of your top hat if I gotta! Come on!"
That last line had been a jab of jest and had not been intended as a threat in any way. Still, she couldn't help but wonder: since Theo was so intent on pushing her buttons, perhaps she could dish out what she could so easily take and endure, like she had done for so many years already. She clasped the palm of his hand in her own calloused left palm, and allowed the sheer force of brawn to dictate the bout.
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Theodore
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Post by Theodore on May 12, 2017 20:13:55 GMT -6
Seeing her take off her armor made Theodore grin devilishly. Now we were talking. Her remark about the texture and feel of his posterior made him audibly laugh out loud on top of that. Hewas actually getting pretty curious about how strong humans were. Seeing them do physical activities usually gave Theo a pretty good idea in general but it'd be fun to experience it with a bit of arm wrestling. Taking his glass and chuging the last bit of brandy, he exhaled before grasping her own hand in his. Looking at her with quite a fiercesome look, he was surprised to see how much he himself was getting into it. Maybe it was another effect of the alcohol? Or have the humans finally started to alter his personnality? I mean, not that he minded, he expected it to happen one day or another, not like taguel mannerisms were all that great anyways...
Letting that aside, Theo looked Adelaide right in the eyes before contracting his muscles at the same time as her. Surprisingly enough, he was actually resisting pretty damn well, not winning mind you... But losing after this certainly wouldn't make him look like a total pushover. Feeling the table rock back and forth a bit, he continued to press on. Maybe he had underestimated his own strength... Making weapons had made him stronger that's for sure and his muscles were lean and defined. Sadly though, this boost in self confidence was promplty ened when he quickly started to feel his hand being lowered down towards the table. Grunting, he tried the best he could to raise it back, but it was all too late... His hand slammed down on the wood as he let out a defeated sigh... FOr a secodn there he actually thought that victory could've been achieved.
"Hmph, well played Adelaide. You got me good... this small fuzzy woodland creature admits defeat... Well, defeat in arm wrestling. I still think I'm pretty great. It'll take a lot to deflate my ego, that it will...
He then raised his hand and ordered another glass of brandy from the barmaid, that stuff was surprisingly good!
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Adelaide
Wyvern Rider
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Post by Adelaide on May 13, 2017 17:07:15 GMT -6
Adelaide could only feel her eyes widen as she felt more resistance from Theodore than she had initially thought. Perhaps beneath all that entanglement of fur and gristle, there was actually a sufficient amount of muscle lodged under the Taguel's skin! However, she still won the bout, though her muscles flexed with some significant effort, blood pulsing far beneath her skin in order to bring effort behind the shove. She feared that it would have been a stalemate at first, but as time wore on, she felt Theo's arm give and descend towards the table, though the resultant struggle made it tremor and quiver slightly.
By the time Theo had valiantly tried to muster one last oomph of effort such that he was nearly rising from his seat, Adelaide had already forced his arm back to the table. She instantly felt it go limp as Theo issued a long, flabbergasted sigh that could only serve to affirm Adelaide's triumph. Instantly, she unclasped her hand and felt a low rise of contentment blossom in her full belly. She couldn't risk her pride on losing to a rabbit, and here she was defending it as if her life was at stake. Truly a sight to behold, though it hadn't drawn many onlookers, thankfully.
When Theodore refilled his brandy, Adelaide followed suit and ordered another ale... in the next size up. The flagon she hoisted without any effort whatsoever must have been nearly a litre filled and tipped the scales at several pounds. Adding insult to injury, or the very opposite, she lifted it up as a gesture of toast. After this mug, she'd either have indigestion or inebriation plaguing her body. Possibly both.
"Heh, I knew I'd win!" Adelaide jeered. "You're stronger than you look, though. I'll give you that."
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Theodore
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Post by Theodore on May 14, 2017 23:08:45 GMT -6
"Heh, I did learn to hunt and forage for myself you know. I may not be a great advocate of taguel society in general, but I will always respect their focus on self-autonomy and it is something I always try to keep in mind. I mean *hic*, think about what would happen to all of the aristocrats on this continent if their gold didn't have any power anymore. They'd be like headless chicken running around until nature took care of them. he said taking another sip of the booze.
Seeing Adelaide order another mug of ale, Theo didn't pay too much attention until it actually arrived... The thing was damn near the size of his head! Awestruck at the ridiculous size of her drink, he almost couldn't believe that for a moment: "Psah! You don't honestly believe you're gonna drink all of it, are you? *hic* That thing is almost as big as your freaking arm! trying to see if this was an elaborate joke, he was left dumbfounded when he saw for sure that this was happening for real. "Wait are all humans capable of consuming this much alcohol? This is incredible! Your livers must be amazing at destroying toxins compared to animals...
Looking at his own glass, he wondered if his boyd would handle the booze he had just drank himself... Most of the time, he could only get his hand on small shots of fermented fruit juice, which honestly tasted disgusting compared to the drink he had just been served at this tavern... Maybe the taste was the reason so many humans liked to drink this stuff..?
Looking at her grinning slightly, he decided to impart a bit of wisdom: "Better be careful anyways Adelaide, I might not be an expert at human physiology, but I can safely say that you should try and be careful to not drink too much. *Hic* Strangling mountains is okay as long as you do it moderately, you knnooow?
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Adelaide
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Post by Adelaide on May 15, 2017 20:49:58 GMT -6
To this, Adelaide whetted imaginary daggers with her eyes' tracing abilities, then dovetailed them at Theodore. It seemed like he had been issuing an inkling of another challenge. It was true that the alcohol was truly beginning to spread the warmth from her stomach to her extremities, but she relished the feeling like a mother held a newborn babe. Not that she ever cared to know what that felt like, of course - Adelaide always knew that she would make a terrible mother. Children were screaming animate dolls in the most literal sense of the phrase, and even then they were susceptible to a myriad of diseases and maladies that could all but hush them forever. A blessing and a curse in its own morbid way.
"Y'know what?" Adelaide boomed, her voice still relatively clear. Then she slammed her exposed fist on the table, which would have splashed the liquid right from hers and Theo's mugs had they not been clutching them. But she had only meant the gesture as a signal to the barmaid, who immediately came back hurrying, looking somewhat abashed.
"This man'll have what I got. Giant flagon, the whole lot." With that, Adelaide dropped several coins on the table, which the barmaid collected, then shuffled away with a swish of black-and-white pleated skirt. When she returned, she seemed like she was almost blushing. "H-h-here you are, sir."
After the barmaid was gone and the amber contents of Theo's equally colossal ale flagon glimmered in the waning window-light, Adelaide smirked.
"You don't have to thank me, but I'm challenging you to a chugging contest. Wyvern lady versus rabbit, right here, right now! You don't want a human woman to have a better liver than you, do ya?"
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Theodore
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Post by Theodore on May 15, 2017 23:50:00 GMT -6
"You cannot be serious *hic*" were the only words he could say when he saw Adelaide pay the barmaid to bring another giant mug, to him this time! As she served the towering behemoth of a beverage, Theo's fears came true. "Oh sweet Earth Mother you actually are serious, you madwoman." he said with an actually serious tone this time, surprisingly enough. To be serious, Theodor did not actually know if taguels could metabolize alcohol just as fast as humans did... So there was some risk involved in drinking that ale... Well, I guess I never did try it... I wouldn't be an expert artisan if I didn't at least tried to learn as much as possible about things of this sort...
Weighing his options for a bit, he took the flagon in his hands to smell the bitter brew. So this was real ale, eh? More curious than ever, Theodore raised a hand to point drama tically at Adelaide. "Alright fine *hic*, let's see what you can do Missy Mountain-Strangler." Making the liquid swirl a bit in his cup, he speculated that this drink must be very important to the peasants of this land since it was probably packed with glucids if the process of fermenting grain went just like he had thought at the time.
Without another word, he brought the mug to his face to try and identify the many different tastes in alcohol. Sadly, either he was too drunk or too injured and tired to concentrate. Getting irritated his sense of smell was comprimised, he decided to simply go ahead and chug the damn thing. HA! Let's see her do it wth as much gusto as me! This time victory bictory shall be accorded to the rabbit, I can already feel it!
It also seemed Theo was denying the fact tommorow morning would absolutely suck thanks to all that booze.
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Adelaide
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Post by Adelaide on May 16, 2017 14:01:21 GMT -6
Missy Mountain-Strangler? Adelaide thought between breaths of satisfaction. Well, whatever keeps his tail bushy, I s'pose.
"First one to chug it empty wins. Simple, right?" Adelaide taunted, convinced that she would win the bout on the basis of Theodore's hiccuping. She couldn't drink after this, of course, since humans could only metabolize so much of the swill before their livers threw a rebellion, complete with headaches that pounded like a white-hot iron poker. Adelaide was bitterly reminded of the hangover she had the morning after she had met Victor. She still couldn't recall if it was he who knocked her out. All she could remember was being dragged off the premises by a kind patron, long before the behemoth of a berserker knocked the limping old man silly. What did he think he had been doing, rousing a hulking berserker on his bad leg? Either way, Adelaide had never seen him again, so she figured it was one of those singular encounters that would soon lapse to vague gesticulations in the memory.
Theodore had gotten a bit of a head-start with chugging the brew, but that hardly mattered since Adelaide started draining it with peerless fervor herself. The slurping sounds she made were atrocious, and she was thankful that the few patrons that seemed to care only cast sidelong glances at the duo rather than stared. Perhaps they were simply too affronted to. The ale tasted crisp, fresh, and cold, but Adelaide had no time to dwell on the taste, for she had a contest to trounce a wayward rabbit in.
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Theodore
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Post by Theodore on May 18, 2017 18:17:12 GMT -6
So...much...beer... Theodore had actually liked the taste of it. A nice bitterness and a crisp refreshing taste made it enjoyable to drink...well at least during the first few chugs. It almost felt as if he was trying to swallow an ocean asto not drown in it. In other words, stupid and futile. Looking from the corner of his eye, it seemed that Adelaide was still going strong for some unbelievable reason. FOr the bunny, not only was his stomach roaring in discontent, his head felt heavy and his entire body was hit with a huge wave of sluggishness. Only after drinking half the tankard did Theodore slam it down back on the table, panting and feeling completely drained. He had just found a whole new respect for humans capable of handling this. Looking at Adelaide when she finished her own beer, he smiled despite his entire body feeling like crap.
"Heyyyy... Good job Mishyyyyy... *hic* man... you shurreee are good at drinking! HAHA!" This lack of vocabulary and overall speechcraft quality was a pretty good indicator of how close Theodore was to passing out. Looking around, he noticed a few set of eyes on him... Hmm, strange, what was so weird? A drunkard in a tavern wasn't a strange sight after all... Goign to scratch his head, Theo saw what was wrong: he was actually to scratch the top of his head.
Noticing that he had let his hat drop during the berr chuging, his long bunny ears were now free for everyone to admire. for a few seconds, he stood there to actually understand the implication of this. Sadly, he had gone down too far to realise what this could entail. Hopefully nobody here was a poacher too... Looking at Adelaide, he simply laughed loudly before saying: "Hehe, whoopsie...I did a bad-sie... Hahahaha!"
His head then crashed onto the table, resulting in a loud sound as he lost consciousness.
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Adelaide
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Post by Adelaide on May 25, 2017 13:45:27 GMT -6
Adelaide felt the alcohol punch her in the gut by her second flagon, though Theodore looked far worse for wear. He slung words haphazardly, as if the words themselves were slippery fishes wriggling off the end of a rod. It was truly a sight to behold, though she almost felt bad that she had directly caused Theo's erratic change in manner. Adelaide noticed the rolling eyes amidst some of the patrons nearby, but a couple of them were steadily entering into lout status as well. Their attention seemed definitively diverted even though some lingering eyes remained on Theo.
Adelaide heard Theodore issue several slurs in quick succession, ranging from "bad-sie" to "whoopsie". Adelaide also could have sworn that she had also heard a "thash grape!" somewhere in the mix. She was vaguely reminded of how she once said something similar to a group of soldiers in her battalion before promptly passing out and finding herself in the infirmary tent.
So it had not surprised her that Theodore had also passed out, his head issuing a thunk as it hit the wooden tavern table. When few onlookers roused themselves in response to the fiasco, Adelaide took it upon herself to fish around in her coin purse for several gold coins, rummaging past bits of silver and bronze used as inferior currency in the process. She then slung the unconscious taguel's right arm around her shoulder and moved for the door.
"Sorry. My friend here's got a lily for a liver. You know how it go- oh, crap." In her haste, she had bumped Theodore's top hat across the doorframe, which sent it off his head and to the floor. His ears were now fully visible, and several patrons were now looking their way.
"Wha- what is that thing?!" one woman asked frantically.
"Augh..." was all one man could manage at first, but then he followed with, "Why does he have... ears?"
Adelaide fumed and stormed out the door with Theodore in tow before they could hop off their stools and chase them out themselves.
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