Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 16, 2010 18:04:03 GMT -6
"Of course we're going," replied the myrmidon. "It's a bunch of fun, except for, you know, the giant wyverns attacking us, but even that's a thrill if you know what you're doing." Saturos looked around at all of the drunken festivities which had resumed after Marle's earlier outburst. While looking a little silly, they were all having a good time. "Everyone here is capable of handling themselves." Parry laughed.
"Right, except for maybe you," he said, chuckling. Saturos just shot him a slightly annoyed look. "You're not really going to bring that up again, are you?" he asked. "But why not?" replied the beared Parry. "It's hilarious!" Parry turned to Marle while Saturos just crossed his arms and leaned back. He really didn't like hearing this story. "Satty here was taking a quick rest when he sat down on a big mother wyvern," Parry held his arms out to emphasize the size.
"I thought it was a rock," interjected Saturos. Ignoring him, Parry continued. "As he sat down on it, I remember looking over and seeing this big, yellow eye open up," Parry leaned toward Marle, closing his right eye and opening his left eye really wide. "Before I could say anything, though, the wyvern's tail shot up. It would have sent Satty flying if it weren't for the man's cat-like reflexes." The big man pretended to grab a big wyvern's tail in front of him, while Saturos just facepalmed. "Satty held onto that tail for dear life as the thing tossed him around. His eyes were bugging out of his head. Big as dinner plates."
"The thing tossed me into a rock and then flew away. Apparently, it wasn't in the mood for food," said Saturos. Of all of his life experiences, this one had to be the most embarrassing. Also one of the most dangerous. "As much as he likes to joke about, I could have very easily died." Saturos leered at Parry, though not in a malicious way. Parry just chuckled. "Aye, but Satty here's not one to go down easily," replied the man, rubbing his nose. "Besides, we probably won't encounter any wyverns that big tomorrow."
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 16, 2010 18:20:04 GMT -6
Marle grinned at Saturos, glad to hear that they were going to be getting involved in the festivities. She sat back in her chair, hands gripping to the mug in her hand, sipping at it from time to time as Parry told the story. Upon the part of hearing about Saturos talking about sitting on the large Wyvern, her jaw dropped, and leaned fully in, elbows propped up on the table, and eyes watching Parry as he described the events as they happened, much to Saturos's dismay, apparently, the way she knew by how he kept shaking his head and trying to interrupt.
"Oh wow.."
Her eyes rested now on Saturos, smirking a bit and leaning back once the story was done. She kept her eyes on Saturos, squinting almost, as if she were trying to read him, but got nothing. Instead, she looked back at her lance and chuckled a little on her own.
"I'd have no idea what I would do should one attack me when I didn't know they were there. its good to have reflexes like that, I'd have no idea what I would do in that kind of predicament."
She simply nodded, and shrugged again, not letting it linger any longer than it must. She lightly began to hum a tune as she swallowed another quick gulp of the delicious drink. It was rich in taste, unlike what she was used to...since it didn't burn on the way down to the stomach.
"It's good we wont come into contact with any that big. One may as well pick me up and swallow me, and pick their teeth with my lance when finished."
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 18, 2010 0:44:13 GMT -6
Parry stopped, a slightly sick look on his face. His stomach rumbled. "Uh..." groaned the old man. "I think I have to go to the..." He put his hands on his abdomen, "...little...boy's...toilet..." Standing up suddenly, he kicked his chair over. "I have to go..." Bent over, Parry went dashing towards the bathroom. Saturos could only chuckle. The old fart always got the runs when he drank.
Saturos turned to Marle, Parry being gone from the table. He studied the girl for a second. She was always so eager to get into danger. "You should hope you never get into a situation like that," he said, shaking his head slightly. "And I don't think anyone would want you to become a Marle-pick," he said with a slight smirk. The myrmidon lifted his mug to his lips, topping off his beer. The cool liquid drizzled down his throat. He placing his empty mug down on the table. "I mean, you're such a bright ray of sunshine in the lives of us gloomy old men."
The myrmidon paused and looked down at the table, pondering his thoughts. Finishing, he looked back up at the blond-haired girl across from him. "Now that I think about it, we've come all the way from Ilia, and we don't really know all that much about each other, do we? I mean, I know you're a knight recruit from Ilia, but there's so much more to a person than their profession." Saturos kicked his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. "For instance, I'm a traveling sword-hermit, but I was born in Etruria and am also well trained in the ways of business."
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 19, 2010 5:22:41 GMT -6
Marle felt a light headed with the way she was drinking. She didn't know her limit, because of the lack of experience with alcohol. All in all, she was a light-weight. Marle now seemed to look readily sleepy, but was still quite awake. The ale was making her head buzz, and found it extremely funny how Parry went off to go to the bathroom, that it caused her to burst out laughing.
Another swig from her mug, and she looked at Saturos. Though being intoxicated, she was still competent. An eyebrow shot up at Saturos tried to convince her on something that she didn't need convincing on. She grimaced and nodded, totally agreeing with him.
"I never hope for that sort of stuff, ya know...I just...imagine myself in those kinds of perdicaments.." She paused and set the bug down, pushing the empty drinking utensil away. "That's quite a nice thing to say, Saturos, and I try really hard to stay that way. When you grow up in the cold backwater villages of Ilia, you have to stay positive, because uhm..if you don't, all that's left is being miserable, and cold, really cold.
Marle motioned to a barmaid for a refill, atleast she thought she did. She picked up the mug and pointed at it, but didn't' bother to see if anyone even paid attention. For the moment, it seemed no one did. She put her arms up on the table and rested her head in them.
"There's nothing really all that interesting about me. I'm Ilian, but I'm no better than a measly peasant, really. Where I was born, I didn't have any sort of aspirations or goals as a child, because my life was dictated for me..." she gave a heavy sigh, not very comfortable talking about it, but she still talked, "When I was a mere babe, my family and another had arranged for me to be married when I turned 18 or 19...so, technically right now."
Marle gave a quick "Hah!" and saw that someone was coming to give her another mug.
"However, I didn't want this...I wanted to be the master of my own life, my own future. I worked as a miller, as well as a smith's apprentice for some time, to get basic strength, then I went off to Arphen to train as a Knight. Training there as a Knight is strange...most people there go to become Pegasus Knights or Mercenaries...I was kind of an odd one out."
She hadn't actually been looking at Saturos at the time, and then looked directly at him with a sharp, kind of bleary gaze. "I'm going to become the best, just you watch. The heavier the armor I wear, the stronger I get, and the stronger I get, the greater my conviction.."
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 19, 2010 18:50:47 GMT -6
Saturos raised an eyebrow, a grin on his face. The young knight, so usually down to earth, was now swaying about and laughing at odd times. She was definitely drunk. That being said, though, she was still surprisingly eloquent. Saturos had been drunk a few times before, but it took about as much alcohol as it would take to knock out a horse. He was surprisingly alcohol tolerant for someone of his build. He was tall, however, and that probably had something to do with it.
Saturos just leaned back and listened to Marle go on, nodding as she spoke, occasionally taking a swig from his mug, getting it refilled when the barmaid swung around. Seeing how sober he was, she gave the myrmidon a bit of a leer, as if he was getting Marle drunk in order to do...interesting things. Saturos just ignored her.
When the blond haired girl finish speaking, Saturos just nodded. "I'm sure you will," he replied in a very unassuming tone. "I can already see you've got it in you. You'll be a great knight." The swordsman took another drink, licking the beer residue off of his lips. "That was a pretty interesting story, if I do say so myself. I didn't think they did the whole arranged marriage thing in Ilia. I always assumed that was more of a nobility thing." Saturos stopped. He didn't want to pry too much into the issue, since he didn't know how much Marle would have actually told him if she was sober.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 19, 2010 19:12:39 GMT -6
The story of her past wasn't exactly a personal nature, more a reason of her entire being here. Here eyes closed and gave a swift shake of her head followed by a kind of "meh" shrug, not really knowing what to tell him about the nobility.
"Maybe I am a noble in disguise..hah! That would make sense, Dad always called me a princess, but I think all fathers do that. No no...I was the best dressed in town, I had well made dresses and blouses despite the winter weather, but they were never anything regal..."
She drifted off for a moment, looking at the ground, thinking she saw something, and ended up falling off her chair trying to reach it. She thought it was a gold coin, but it was just a cork. Grumbling, she worked her way up onto her chair again, and began unfastening the harness and leather straps of her armor.
'...but if I was, oh that would be something...like a forgotten heritage...maybe a great great great something grand daughter of Barigan!" This turned some heads, but none payed her any real mind. "Oh that would be so nice, but it wouldn't be believable..."
She had gotten terribly off track, and she hugged the mug against her bosom, as if it were something special.
"..my family is the only one I know of that does the arranged marriages in our village, and anywhere in Ilia other than nobility from what I know..its a hassle and a burden, when it's supposed to actually take away stress from marriage.."
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 20, 2010 14:15:58 GMT -6
Saturos nodded. He knew what it was like to have somebody trying to dictate your life for you. His own parents had wanted him to become a merchant to the point that he was forced to run away with a traveling circus to do what he'd wanted. Of course, he'd made sure to check back in every once in awhile, just to see how they were doing. His father was always a little peeved when he came to visit, but his mother had come to grips with it. It's not like Saturos hated his parents or anything. They were kind, loving parents, just a bit controlling.
The myrmidon noticed Marle was finally starting to get uncomfortable in that heavy armor she had been wearing. Saturos would never be able to wear armor like that. It was so heavy; so constricting. He preferred the snug fit of his own breastplate. "Having other people do things for you always seems like the easier thing at first," he replied, "but in the end, everyone wants to find their own paths in life. I don't think that's too much to ask."
Saturos noticed Marle was getting noticeably drunker, with all of the fumbling motions and rambling speech. Then he realized she was only on her second mug. Kind of a lightweight. "You alright?" he asked, slightly concerned. "You're not drunk, are you?" He knew she was, but it was always funny to hear the drunken person's response.
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 22, 2010 1:29:54 GMT -6
Marle was actually on her third mug...I think...but yeah, lightweight. She looked on Saturos with fixed eyes, pools of green unshifting, despite her demeanor. She breathed softly and nodded to him, resting her hands on the table.
"Ah, yeah...I don't really drink..despite my boasting...did I boast? I don't remember anymore.."
She placed a hand to her head and combed her hair back with her hand, and gave it a shake out. That was apparently a bad idea as now her head hurt from the shaking.
"I was going to say something just now but...I forgot, oh, right. I'm not drunk, just kind of tipsy...I think I'll stop drinking...we don't have rooms assigned to us yet either at Parry's inn do we?"
With the armor unstrapped, she set the top parts of it in her lap. Breastplate and pauldrons attached, her armor in total weight around 60 something pounds, so she was told. only when she was really fatigued, did she ever notice this weight, but now, with the added bonus of being pretty much drunk, she was quite tired.
"I think I need to lay down.."
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 23, 2010 12:44:15 GMT -6
Saturos, seeing it was time to check in for the night, got up and started walking away from the table. "I'll be right back," he said, nodding to Marle. Walking over to the bathroom, he knocked on the door to the men's room. "Parry? You alright in there?" There was a rustle from behind the door before it slowly swung open, the large gatekeeper pulling up his pants as he came out.
"Aye, I'm alright," said Parry. "Were you worried about me?" Saturos just shook his head. "Not really, you always blow through it pretty well. I just came to get you because our blond haired maiden is a bit..." Saturos put his arms out and swayed side to side, "and I need a room to put her." Parry nodded. "Ah, I see," he said in reply, a small frown on his face. "Well, as much as I like my parties, I won't keep a drunk girl waiting."
The two walked back over to the table and Saturos walked up next to Marle, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I got Parry, you need some help or can you walk by yourself?"
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 23, 2010 12:56:43 GMT -6
Marle watched as Saturos went to go get Parry. While he was gone, she went and slipped her armor back on, but didn't bother doing up the leather belts and straps that kept it to her body. it was a little awkward to wear with the harnesses not fastened, since it shifted from side to side, which she was already doing plenty of. During her alone time, she kept herself seated and put her face into her palms, wiping her fingers on her cheeks.
"Fool girl, damn fool...what the hell were you thinking...you know you can't drink..."
She sighed and began to stand up with aid of her lance. She eyed Parry a bit and gave a small smile, trying her best to maintain composed, though her leg felt like jelly.
"Yeah, I think I'll be okay...I got my third leg here.." she patted the slim lance as she was all but riding it, with the way she put all her weight into it. "I should be okay...why? Were you gonna carry me?" her smile brightened a little more and made ogling eyes at him, her hands interlaced together on the lance, but couldn't keep out a small snicker.
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 23, 2010 13:03:12 GMT -6
"Well if you said no, I wouldn't have much of a choice, now would I?" replied Saturos, trying to ignore Marle's ogling expression. He'd keep an eye on her, anyways, just in case she started to fall. Drunk people usually didn't know their own limits. "Since you're apparently fine, though, I guess we can go." The myrmidon just turned from the others and started walking towards the door, stopping when he got there and turning around, waving his hands over his head. "Come on, let's go!" he shouted over the din of the tavern.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 23, 2010 13:15:23 GMT -6
Marle slumped a little as Saturos ignored her more or less, but that was expected to come, she was kinda drunk, afterall. As Saturos began to leave, she didn't quite realize that she had been left behind, so the young knight-recruit had a lively bounce in step, catching up quickly with the teal haired man.
"It feels like forever since I've had the chance to rest in a real bed, you know.."
Marle looked between Saturos and Parry, using her lance much like a walking stick, her armor slumping to the left and to the right with each casual movement. She'd probably sleep heavier than all these villagers, where were more wasted out of their mind than she was anyways.
"I'm going to sleep well tonight!" Marle almost yelled this and missed a step, catching herself quickly with the butt of the lance in the ground.
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 24, 2010 14:09:33 GMT -6
The four arrived at the inn when Parry stopped the others to go in the back behind the counter. "I'll be just a minute," he said, disappearing behind the shelves. The man came back out, twirling a key around his finger. "I got one room for you guys. Two beds." He tossed the keys to Saturos, who caught them deftly. "Can't you give us another room?" he asked. Parry shook his head. "Hey, I'm giving you this for free, aren't I?" replied the innkeeper. "Besides, I'd give you two rooms, but we're booked" Parry patted the log book on the counter next to them. "It's traveler season."
Saturos shrugged. "Well thanks anyways," he said, patting Parry on the shoulder. The old man nodded. The myrmidon turned to Marle. "Well then, shall we go?" he said gesturing up the stairs. He'd let her go first, so if she fell over, he'd be there to catch her. A drunk person walking up the stairs ended plenty of times in broken bones, especially with all that loose armor she had on. "Ladies first."
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Marle Daviau
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One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 24, 2010 14:26:25 GMT -6
Marle looked up at Parry in a little bit of bewilderment, but sharing a room with a man didn't really bother her as much as it did him, not like she'd be striping down bare or into her small-clothes. Grinning now at Saturos, she nodded, and began to lead the way, quite eager just to have a bed to sleep on. As she began to go up the stairs, she was rather slow, but she held tightly onto the rail, almost as if she were going to break it. She had stumbled a few times on the steps, but was sure Saturos was there to support her stupor up.
When she got to the door which was to be the two bedroom apartment, she took the key from Saturos, since she was in the lead, and unlocked the door, pushing it open, and moving inside all at once. As soon as she was inside, the upper armor which hung on barely was tossed aside, making a loud thunk as it struck the wooden floor.
"Finally!"
She too the nearest bed, and slumped backwards onto the bed, and somewhat bounced as she fell. Marle looked up at the ceiling, not seeing anything really admirable, but really, she didn't know i getting up was an option now. Rising slowly, she began taking off her greaves and gauntlets, flexing her toes a bit as she sat the lance against the wall, glad to be free of the heavy armor, feeling light again once more.
Her eyes went to Saturos and grinned a bit, knowing full well she was a bit drunk, and turned on her side, propped up on the bed.
"The room is better than I expected...I haven't been on a real bed in months and months.."
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jan 24, 2010 14:58:53 GMT -6
Syana was sitting by herself in the corner of the bar, slowly slipping her drink. She looked around as she drank, half hiding in the shadows. Her armor was lying up in her room, so her black attire helped her to fade into the darkness. As she watched, she noticed people slowly starting to make their way from the bar and up to their rooms. She almost noticed that some people were drunker than others. Some of the more drunk men tried to make passes on her, only to be met with a glare that could make a man wet himself. One actually did.
As the crowd thinned, the barmaid came over and refilled her drink. Syana gave her a small smile as she did and tipped her. As the barmaid walked away, she sunk back into her own thoughts. She had heard a great deal tonight about some sort of hunt. Might be good practice. Over the next few minutes she slowly finished her drink and the headed up to her room. She slipped by a several people as she made her way there, eventually entering the room at the very end of the hall. As she placed herself on her bed, she lifted her sword into her lap and began to sharpen it before she fell asleep.
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