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Post by gabbiano on Aug 17, 2009 18:10:36 GMT -6
He smiled and gave a small laugh at her talk of morning. "I've never ever been a morning person, although I'm up rather early. Sometimes it's really humid and hot." He looked around, as she seated herself and as he set up his section of the camp. He un-holstered his blade and laid it then against the pitch of the tent, then coming to sit beside her.
"I'll be honest," he said, also looking to the coming darkness. "I don't have a reason. I'm going because I... can go, suppose. And because I need away from my parents. Might as well travel with someone who's headed in the same direction, no?" He said, and gave her a small smile.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 18, 2009 12:05:00 GMT -6
Marle rose an eyebrow as she looked at him, almost with a stupid look on her face. She was laughing behind that grin, and soon shook her head, dismissing a thought as she fixed her armor once more, feeling it shift out of place. Looking beside herself now, at him once again, a shrug of her shoulders was given, not seeing the difference hot and humid had to do with it.
"I guess it's just preference, but evenings also are hot and humid, so I see no real difference."
This time, she nodded slowly, lowering her gaze now as she picked up a stick, and began poking the hard ground with it, a light yawn working itself from her mouth, showing her exhausted state. "That I can agree with, but it'd be foolhardy if you didn't suspect the other person whom you just met, and are traveling with. I warn you now sir, I have nothing of value, so if you're going to try and rob me as I sleep, well, you may be out of luck."
She then shot him a threatening smile, a split between humour and a warning, wondering just how he would react.
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Post by gabbiano on Aug 18, 2009 13:54:14 GMT -6
"If anything," Gabbiano started, all but joking, "I'll play fair game. Never would I steal anything from anyone while they're asleep." He gave her a meaningful look. "Likewise, I'm a gentleman. As long as I'm traveling with you as a companion, your belongings are safe. And, you're a lady. I would never." He laughed now, trying not to sneeze, and watched her poke the ground furiously with the stick.
"Why, Marle, would you even warn me? Surely you didn't suspect me of turning on you." He looked at her again jokingly.
He then, as it seemed, dismissed the subject. "Sir isn't a proper title for me."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 25, 2009 10:47:12 GMT -6
The look Marle gave back was skeptical at best. Her eyes stayed narrowed on him, but eventually she nodded and accepted it. The look of skepticism was mostly due to the fact that he disliked being called 'sir' but considered himself a gentleman. In her eyes, she couldn't see one without the other...since that was a general name given to gentlemen. Shifting a bit where she sat, she pulled another blanket out from backpack, and wrapped it around herself and closed her eyes, not going to sleep yet, but it would probably be best to do so soon.
"Well, it's not that I have anything to steal, anyways...was mostly what I meant by what I said."
Nodding her head, another yawn was given, and she began to slink off towards her small tent and looked back to Gabbiano, still tucked with the blanket around herself.
"I think I'll retire for now..I can't wait to sleep in an actual bed...it's been so long."
Smiling, she gave a small, but awkward bow to the young man, and went into her tent.
"Goodnight."
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Post by gabbiano on Aug 25, 2009 15:43:50 GMT -6
Gabbiano reached his arm around his head to scratch his neck, watching his surroundings. "I never liked 'sir'." He said quietly. "It's what they called me dad. He was never a 'sir'. He never fit the qualities of the title, regardless of how his edicate was. Gentleman or no, 'sir' is still a title."
He wasn't trying to sound mean, and he honestly hoped he wasn't sounding like an ass at the moment. Surprisingly, he gave a bow back, ending with a simple "Sleep well. See you in the morning."
He watched quietly and attentively as she walked back into her tent. He remained outside for the time being, watching the sky as the stars appeared, and wishing he had a real bed to sleep in, as well.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 27, 2009 20:40:40 GMT -6
As Marle lay under her tent, she stared at the roof, mere inches from her face, not being able to tell any distinct colour in the dark, but she knew she was looking at it. It was cold, as always, but many who lived in Ilia knew how to cope with it, and was used to the temperature difference. In reaching Lycia or Eturia, was when she would really be afraid, because she heard that the plain lands were much warmer than she had ever experienced. Breathing a small sigh, she rolled over, her armor unusually comfortable, and let herself drift off to sleep, hearing Gabbiano do much the same, as he retired to the tent he had put up.
- The next Day -
There were no sounds of birds in the air this morning, all was quiet. The thing that woke up Marle was the small tapping on the roof of her tent, as it would appear, was small water droplets bouncing off the tent's top, and running down underneath, feeling her hand grow wet. Waking up slowly, she looked at her hand and mumbled quietly, rubbing the wet dirt from her hands and onto her blanket, slowly sliding out from underneath. The sun hit her face, which was not totally unwelcome. On her blue armor and clothes, she could feel the heat soak in, but the brightness after just waking up was always a pain, but it was a glorious thing at the same time.
She went quickly to work in unhitching her equipment, rolling and tieing it all back together as she had it before hand back on her backpack. Licking her dry lips, she felt a tinge of hunger but the village was only a few hours away, and if the two were lucky, they could make it a little before lunch. Smirking, she moved herself over towards Gabbiano's tent, and began to rap on it with her knuckles, enough so hopefully wake the young man up.
"C'mon Gab, it's morning. We got to get to that village, and we can rest there the rest of the day."
Not being cruel, she waited outside with all her gear ready, and rest up against a tree, knowing he'd take some time to get ready, so this was her chance to rest a little longer.
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Post by gabbiano on Aug 28, 2009 5:07:21 GMT -6
Gabbiano, still soundly sleeping, gave a mumble, and a hopefully audible "Okay." He rolled back over in his half-sleep, wishing the morning hadn't quite crept up on him so quickly.
He got up and gathered his thoughts, as well as his tent and blankets. He slowly stepped out of the tent to see the radiant Marle already prepared to leave, while he still had much to do. "Any reason you're waking me so early?" He said jokingly, flashing her a direct look in the eye. "It would be inane to repeat myself, but mornings aren't my thing." He hadn't wanted an answer, as he quickly rolled and tied his tent back up, tieing it on top of his bag.
"We'll leave on your ready. I'm eager to get there as soon as we can. So.... thanks, for waking me up early. I needed that." He laughed a bit. "Although, once there, I won't be able to rest or sleep. When I'm up, sadly, I'm up." He watched her, as if a staring contest was in play, hoping for some kind of response in her eyes. After a few seconds of this, he slowly walked past her, not giving her any kind of look. "Are you ready?"
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 28, 2009 11:12:32 GMT -6
She could tell he was grumpy. She used to be the same way too, herself, before she went training to become a recruit. Her emerald eyes stared at his for the time being as he wished it, but she was sleepy as well, but still cheerful, knowing today they'd get something good to eat, as well as a warm place to rest. Rolling her shoulders slowly, she watched as Gab prepared himself for the journey that would only be a few hours of walking.
"Well, rest or not, rest is rest. You won't be moving around, you can put your feet up in a warm tavern, knock back some drinks, read a book, whatever you want to, and have the money for, of course."
Smiling brightly, she picked herself up off the tree, and Grabbed her lance in hand, and tossed it over her shoulder. She gave him a once over, seeing if he was really prepared, and nodded, continuing in the direction they were headed for in the previous day.
"This'll be the better part of my journey ya know, I always like going to remote villages. Sure, they're small, but sometimes, each one of them are just very interesting. Maybe this one will be like the one I grew up in."
A small bit of laughter came to mind as she would remember older days of when she was a child, getting into fights with chickens. A yawn escaped her mouth as she looked over her shoulder at you still with sleep in her eyes, and smirked, continuing on her way.
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Post by gabbiano on Aug 28, 2009 14:02:40 GMT -6
He examined her smile. Gabbiano loved it when people smiled. It made him feel like there was someone with a reason to like him in any way. His parents hadn't smiled at him much, and he genuinely loved the sensation it gave him. He smiled back meaningfully.
Knowing the village, Gabbiano spoke up. "Doubtful. Unless, of course, you grew up in a village full of dog fights and drunkards. Things of the sort." He said this calmly, as if it wasn't anything new to him, although it was. "This village," He started, stepping over twigs unconsciously, "isn't one were we'll be able to... relax as much as you like. I'll be honest with you, because you seem like a trustworthy person. This village isn't as benign as you're probably thinking. It's pretty damn dangerous, and there's absolutely no way I'd last out here by myself. Sure, we can keep to ourselves, and stay secluded and still feel warmth and luxury, but..." Gabbiano said with a shake in his voice. "There's bandits, and drunks, and hired assassins. Things like that. There's a way around the village. Longer, sure. It'll probably take us another 2 days, since there's no direct path straight around it. I took you with me..." He started, nervously. "I took you with me because I needed someone to protect me. I chose what I came across first... you." He turned back, looking left of him but not at her, for he was shameful. "I think differently now. You pick our route. We can go through the village quietly, rest up, and hope not to be caught, or we can go around it and take more time." He stopped walking now, and looked down at the ground. "Or you can turn back and leave me. It doesn't matter. I don't really deserve to have you as a companion after lying to you like that."
He looked back up. "Or, you can head around the village or through it on your own. You can go with me if you still want to. It's your call."
Gabbiano wouldn't look at her now. He was silent.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 28, 2009 14:30:00 GMT -6
Marle came to a quick stop. She could feel the uneasiness radiate off Gabbiano, and felt it would be better to stop while he spoke up. She tapped the lance's length against her plated shoulders, the resounding sound of metal on metal was all that was heard as her eyes stared at him in a wondering manner. it was clear that he had been here, with the way he spoke of it. it didn't sound like such an ideal place at all, but she was unsure if they would just openly attack them once they got there...it seemed very doubtful, but if she could get her supplies, perhaps stay a night, and break early, little attention would go to them.
This lie that he spoke of, of how he was apparently using her, it wasn't met with cynicism like he may have thought, Marle knew that there was always a reason that he needed her, and even spoke of it a few days back, about he he needed her to guard him. She didn't think he was as weak as he was making it out to be, but still, she felt honoured to be an escort, almost fulfilling the role of a knight while not having attained that honour.
"Gab.." she started slowly, not really experienced in these kinds of talks. "There's no reason to be so upset with your choosing. if we get into trouble, I have been trained to be ready for it. I am a Recruit of Arphen, in service of Ilia, a Knight Hopeful. All of these things...are just on the road to getting stronger. If I could spare it, I would take the long way around, but I need supplies. I'm rationing my food as is, and I need more. We can't afford to move around. Also, don't fret about me, I harbor no ill will against you for your choices. It's just a step of life.."
A small smile rose from her lips, which had been pursed tightly beforehand. She slowly regained step, and moved forwards, continuing on. She would be the judge of this place. Of course, not all villages and communities were of proper origins, that's impossible to come to believe...especially in Ilia, a harsh country as it was.
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Post by gabbiano on Aug 30, 2009 12:07:19 GMT -6
There was a long period of silence, and the air was waiting for a response to break through the trees. "It's your decision, I won't try to influence it." He checked back again, tossing her another apple. "Eat, if you're hungry."
As they were walking, Gabbiano took random looks around him, trying to notice every one of nature's little details. He had always loved walking around and being outside; he preferred it over anything else. He began to think about the thinks he had done to Marle, and although she wasn't upset about it, HE was, He knew from the beginning that he was doing the wrong thing, which was strange. Gabbiano usually had good morals. He earnestly wanted to get stronger, and to be more than a simple little street rat with a few sword skills. He wanted to be more like Marle, although he'd never admit it to anyone except her. He promised himself that he would never betray anyone ever again, as long as he lived.
"The village... isn't much farther." He said, with almost no emotion. "If you're intent on going through it, we should make camp around the southwestern side of it, to stay away from the bulk of the viciousness." He was nervous, but said it anyway... "I'll gather your supplies and food for you. Please... um, leave it to me." He almost wanted to blush, but not because she was feminine and he wanted to please her. He wanted to make it up to her, regardless of who she was.
He stopped again, turning around. He tried to conceal worry, greif, and guilt by smiling a bit, and averting her gaze. "Marle, I'm sorry."
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Post by Marle Daviau on Sept 1, 2009 11:45:56 GMT -6
She wasn't really paying attention, and almost ddn't catch the apple that was thrown to her. She Jumped in surprise and lunged out to grab it. Holding it up to him in thanks, she quickly bit down into it. Soft crunching was heard as she continued to munch down on the apple, giving him suspicious looks every now and then. His behaviour was different now...not like when she first met him earlier.
As much as Gabbiano wanted to be like her, there really wasn't much of a difference between the two. Marle, as well, wanted to become stronger. She had been trained to fight, was stronger than she had been before, but there was much room for development...her dreams had yet to come true...and even when they did, what then? What else would there be for her. Humming along, she remembered a small tune that she was brought up with when she was a child, almost a lullaby.
"Are you sure?"
She chymed in after he had explained where it was best to camp out, as well as getting the food and supplies. Her eyebrows furrowed, then rose one of them in a questionable manner.
"And stop apologizing for things that don't need apologizing, it's not needed, so let it go, and start anew, okay? We'll be together for a little while, best not to be bogged down by guilt on the way."
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Post by gabbiano on Sept 1, 2009 14:13:34 GMT -6
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered. In which case, leave it too me." He said quite solemnly. He walked forward a bit in renewal, glad that things weren't awkward or tense between the two of them.
"Apologizing is needed, regardless of guilt or any other feeling. Don't try to sway that; I really am sorry. And I do need to say it, too. I was... out of place." He didn't seem to notice the whole 'start anew' idea Marle had, but he could work with it. "Look."
He pointed to the very tip of a big, rounded tent. "There," He said excitedly. "That's the village." He stopped in his tracks, wary of what lay ahead. "Follow me."
He swiftly and quietly led her about the village, assuming that sneaking around it would get them killed if caught. He brought her closer to him now, almost in an awkward embrace, and whispered to her. "There's a shop northeast of where we're standing," He started, keeping watch of the surroundings. "There's probably not much need to be too careful, but we're going to anyways. You stay right here. Don't move. I'm going to get our food and shelter."
He reached now for the money in his bag, but he had none. This wasn't a problem for him. He walked slowly but nonchalantly towards the shop.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Sept 2, 2009 15:03:18 GMT -6
She wasn't really all that far behind him. She didn't really pay a whole lot of attention to where they were going, wondering still why he had made all this a big deal. Still, she wouldn't argue with him any further, even she could see the futility of carrying on a conversation that wouldn't go any further, nor attempt to change his mind on the matter. She stopped abruptly, almost running into him as he mentioned the village, looking at it, and really, her first impression wasn't much of anything, it looked rather regular, even like her own in some ways. She moved up beside him and rubbed her chin a little bit.
"Huh..."
Marle however didn't get much more to say, as she was told to follow him quickly, which she did so, but this manner of moving seemed suspicious to begin with. If she were a resident, she would have kept an eye on someone acting like this...it wasn't very discrete. when Gabbiano grabbed ahold of her, she almost yelped in surprise, about to send a round of her open hand to his face. She didn't enjoy being grabbed ahold of and manhandled, but she let her temper simmer down.
A quick nod was all she gave, still quiet despite her breathing, but gave him a small frown, wondering why she had to wait outside. Watching as he moved away from her, slowly, she folded her arms and rested against her lance as it kept her upright.
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It wasn't long, however, since he was gone, that attention had shifted onto Marle. Cool blue eyes shifted, a body much taller than her own, well over the six foot mark came towards her, accompanied by two others, both almost as tall, and strong looking. They talked amongst themselves in silence, voices nothing more than mere whispers, and with the racket of village, Marle could hear nothing.
It wasn't long before they stood behind her, eyeing her up to down, sizing her up, so to say. A smirk lit across the lips of the apparent leader and spoke up with a loud, almost booming voice.
"Well, hello there little lady...where do you come from?"
Startled, Marle jumped in place and spun on her heels, peering up at the one who had answered the question. Though they looked formidable, as well as threatening, Marle didn't act cautious, not openly so. This wasn't the first time something had happened to her.
"Just passing through...grabbing supplies for the journey, nothing more."
The look on the man was was not of interest, like the words passed through him. The two behind the larger man looked at eachother and gave a small snicker, one was reaching behind his back, and by the way his muscles tightened, it was clear he was grabbing something.
"Why don't you stay for awhile?" chimed in the one not currently grabbing at his weapon. "This village is a real treat, lots of fun, I'm sure..we could have some fun eh? The three of us?"
Marle's eyes narrowed, repulsed by the 'invitation' that was offered. The leader, with his keen eyes, saw her reaction, and spoke up. "What? We're all upstanding men, and you think us disgusting? What a bitch!"
His hands were like lightning, and Marle wasn't prepared. The back of the man's hand hit her so hard, she actually tumbled backwards and fell to the ground, still grasping her weapon. She breathed in sharply, shock setting in, shaking a little bit from the attack, and emerald eyes looked up at this cur in disbelieve and anger. She slowly picked herself up off the muddy ground, and took a position of a stance, pointing her weapon at the three.
"How dare you.." she mumbled silently, not enough to be heard.
The man who had been holding his weapon behind him withdrew the blade, as did the other, and the Leader, the underlings with swords, while the man who had hit her with a well shaped axe.
Tsking loudly, the man waved his axe a bit, and rested it on his shoulder, eyeing the way she held herself. "You really should know better...oh well, there's no teaching a dog." Laughing, the three eyed her, awaiting her to make a move.
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Post by gabbiano on Sept 3, 2009 5:23:41 GMT -6
Gabbiano peered neatly around the small shop that surrounded him. Knowing that to pull stunt like this off would take some serious skill... and even more luck.
He identified the main supplies they would need: food and water. He kept an eye on them, for the shopkeeper was preoccupied with another customer. No. Not now; it's still too early. He eased himself, walking around shop a bit to note where everything they would need was.
He also wondered about Marle, and where she was and if she was still doing alright. Gabbiano figured for someone like her, she could handle herself. He felt the hilt of his blade by complete accident, sending a chill down his spine. He disliked killing people, no matter who they were.
He waited around quietly, and this time the shop keeper was in a deep conversation... or so it seemed. Hastily and quietly, Gabbiano lifted some packages off the makeshift shelves, along with 4 containers of water, stowing them in his bag. With his back turned to the shopkeeper, Gabbiano hoped he wouldn't be caught. Slowly enough not to be suspicious of, he left the shop, and headed back towards Marle's direction.
Upon seeing the bandits, Gabbiano's heart raced. "Already?" He breathed to himself, setting the so-needed supplies in his bag. He slowly drew his blade, coming around the badits that were now making a joke or Marle. "I'll get one chance, and one kill if I pull this off..." He seemed to talk to himself when in danger. He motioned to Marle not to give his position, and after doing so, thrust his blade into the back of the bandit on the far left.
After his yelp of pain, the other bandits were immediately upon him. Swinging weapons were all that could be seen, as Gabbiano tried to defend himself. He tried to think through the situation, as a bandit caught his arm, shaving a good chunk of skin off.
Gabbiano was dizzy now, using all the force left in him to throw the badit aside. He leaned his weight against his sword in the ground, half ready for another attack. And he looked at Marle for help.
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