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Post by Valcrist on Feb 1, 2011 22:56:58 GMT -6
Ah... there we go. A good angle. He held his drawing utensil of choice in the air as he studied. She decided to stay standing, poor for her legs but good for his picture. This way he could get a good look at the bottom half of her body instead of just having to guess at it as she sat comfy on the uncomfortable stools that the tavern dared to call seats. Another woman walked up to her and began speak, from her mannerisms it was probably very hyper actively... It was another brunette, though this one with darker and longer hair.
It didn't bother him none, she wasn't in the way. So he turned his head down to his book and began to draw. Every once in a while, he'd looked up to take another look... Only to catch his self looking right in her eyes as she looked at him. Quickly he turned his head away, and back to his paper as if nothing happened. Feeling very... conscious of his self at the moment. Did he really stand out that much? Instead of continuing he just sat there and stared at his paper. The look on his face being one that defied words, but in general looked quite silly. As if he was getting overly stressed over something unimportant, which was exactly what was happening so that made sense.
He forced his hand to move again, not wanting to leave a perfectly good picture half done. Besides, it's not she'll ever meet him or anything. What's the point of worrying what one person you'll never see again thinks? Well, he couldn't think of one but he still worried. Little worrywart that he was.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 2, 2011 1:56:12 GMT -6
Oh... Bern. There's no way we can let you go. Not now that we've seen just how hard life is without your support. Clair made a mental effort to shove those thoughts aside. That was for the higher ups to deal with, not her. But then, it was her country too....
Clair had noticed Marle flinch at her rank (the poor girl really did need some time off, like all of them), and stood up to join them "Oh, Marle is going to be an excellent woman to serve under. Knighted at such a young age- and not like us. An actual knight. Plus, she's downright fashionable." Clair smiled over to Marle on that last line. If her friend was going to go around with such a great coat on, then she was going to have to give her a bit of a hard time about it. Then go look for one that would fit herself.
"Clair Feldsky, Assistant Officer to Commander Abend." Clair extended a hand to the other woman, who she'd pegged as a pegasus knight as she'd entered. This must have been one of Marle's pegasus knights. The ones who Clair had pilfered the extra supplies from, like the signal crossbows, and such.
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 2, 2011 11:27:07 GMT -6
Marissa nearly jumped, she had been so engrossed in her conversation with the captain that she had forgotten that Marle had been talking with someone when she walked up to her. She turned her gaze to this new girl, a reserved but cute looking blonde girl who had an inexplicable sunny aura to her. Feldsky, Marissa thought intrigued, I wonder if she's related to...
Marissa flashed another pure and friendly smile and extended her hand to offer Clair a dainty handshake. "How rude of me, please excuse my manners. Clair it is very nice to meet you, Marissa J. Calderon at your service! Would you care to join us? I would love to get to know some of the Peg Knights i'll be serving with. Is that true Marle, err sorry I mean Captain Daviau. Are you truly a real knight? And she is indeed very fashionable. Perhaps Clair, if we're kept waiting much longer the two of will have to go shopping, just us girls. I don't know about you, but I'd love to get one for myself." As she said this, she waived down one of the servers that was walking the tavern floor. The server turned to face Marissa, and she grinned and said, "One of your finest Ilian ales for me, and whatever these two lovely ladies would like. This round's on me girls."
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 2, 2011 22:50:14 GMT -6
"Marissa, Marissa. You don't need to continue calling me captain. Since we're off duty, you may call me by name."
Marle just gave a soft laugh, and shook her head. Her attention went back to the other Peg. Knight, Clair, as she heard that small humorous tone, knowing she was being made fun of, Marle just narrowed her eyes to the younger blonde girl. In a way, she wanted to stick her tongue out at her, but she just shrugged her shoulders.
"But ah, yeah, I am a knight, in title, and in status. Heavy armor and all.."
She chuckled and rolled her shoulders. The heavy armor was familiar but it was also quite annoying As she heard the rise for drinks, she nodded to the barkeep, and held up a hand.
"Ale for me!"
Lowering her hand, she saw that boy again, and saw him looking at her. She motioned for her friends to say and chat, but she got up and wandered over to the bar, staring at him. She knew full well he was looking at her, and wanted to address this personally. Moving right up to him in a quick manner, she spun around and rested back, grinning now at Valcrist right next to her.
"So, you've been watching me. A Touch odd, I must admit...are you smitten by my good lucks or something?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 3, 2011 16:38:12 GMT -6
OoC: Lol please realize that that image is overdue for a change by about 8 months of in-game time. Clair's not so docile looking anymore. We'll roll with it though.
Marissa's hand felt uncomfortably dainty in Clair's firm no-nonsense grip. Marissa seemed quite... bubbly? Certainly social and cheerful. She had a nice smile too.
A drink? A thought. More of a memory, actually, went through Clair's mind....
Roderick Feldsky, Clair's father, lay on the bed in their small house, Clair bringing him glasses of water she'd thawed, and he simply closing his eyes, and holding his head. "Dad... I've brought you something to drink." She tried to keep her voice down, as noises seemed to pain him.
The blue-haired man merely groaned. "... Thank you Clair." He took the drink, and made himself pour it down his throat until it was gone, then fell back against the bed and closed his eyes again.
Clair picked up the glass, and stood there, watching for a moment.
"Oh..... Clair, take a lesson from your father. Don't drink...." His head wrinkled in pain, obviously suffering from a bad headache "It impairs judgement.... And tastes lousy while it does so.... Could you get your Mother to fix that "Pegasus Kick in the Ribs" remedy? Mind. Make sure not to let her burn it. Maybe you ought to fix it, actually."
"Ok Dad..." She really didn't like seeing her father so messed up because of some drink.
As she exited the room, she heard something mumbled out the corner of her Father's mouth.
"Oh... I should have known better. If anything, I'm not an alcoholic...."
The Pegasus Knight quickly decided that she didn't need anything intoxicating, as Marle moved off. "I'll take an Iced Lemonade." Ice... that was something her home would never run out of.
It took Clair a brief moment to realize that the server was standing there, trying to puzzle out what She was talking about. Right... Illia. Land of snow and little else. There probably weren't too many people familiar with that drink up here.
"Alright... Take a cooking lemon, and squeeze the juice out into a glass of water." Clair added hand motions, to explain what she was talking about better as she went. "Then add several spoonfuls of sugar.... Actually, just bring a bowl of sugar out when you come."
Lemonade, a treat of soury-sweetness that she'd picked up while traveling in the southlands. It would be unlikely to find an Illia who knew of it, unless they'd traveled the nations on a tour of duty. Less likely to find a place that could serve it, but this was Edessa, the Capital.
"So, Marissa, what's your story? Where are you from?"
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 3, 2011 20:13:52 GMT -6
Marissa watched as Marle walked off towards the bar and confronted the boy who had been staring in their direction. Hard to blame him, Marissa mulled to herself amused. We are three very attractive women after all. She returned her gaze to Clair and was about to make a wisecrack about their little admirer when she noticed that her fellow pegasus knight seemed to be lost in thought. Marissa watched intrigued as Clair stood there in a trance, a stoic look on her face. She respectfully for Clair to finish her thought, and soon enough she abruptly snapped out of her daze and turned to the waiter to say, "I'll take an Iced Lemonade."
Marissa giggled vibrantly as the waiter tried to work out what Clair was talking about, and some more as she tried to explain how to make a drink that was fairly common to anyone born out of the tundras of Ilia. Once the waiter felt confident that he understood what it was that Clair was trying to order he set off to fetch the group's drinks. Clair then turned and asked, "So Marissa, what's your story? Where are you from?"
Now it was Marissa's turn to daydream. Such an innocent question it was, but all the same it had Marissa's thoughts travelling back to memories she had long attempted to repress. Long days spent locked in her room, gazing out the window longing to be in the fields with her brothers. The time she had accidentally broken her mother's vase. The beatings that would follow. And then of course the fiasco that ensued the night father had caught her with Rolfe.
Marissa earnestly fought to keep the tears back... she would not give that man the satisfaction of letting his treatment of her affect her any longer. This is ridiculous, Marissa thought frustrated, Here I am trying to enjoy a friend's company and he's still making me feel worthless after all these years. Marissa shook her head, repressing the memories back into the depths of her head and smiled, trying to act like nothing had happened. "Well that's sort of a long story but to answer your question, I hail from Caelin. I am the daughter of Harold Calderon, the famous former general of Caelin. Let's just say we didn't get along much when I was a kid, so when I came of age I set off to travel the lands. I spent some time as a dancer in a tavern back in the northern part of Ilia." As she said this she gave Clair a seductive and teasing wink, and then continued. "So I did that for a while, and I enjoyed it for the most part. It was a good way to meet a lot of unique people, and trust me when I say that every day was different than the previous."
She paused for a moment as the waiter returned with a tray of drinks, on top of which were the two ales that she and Marle had ordered, and the barkeep's attempt at making Lemonade (which looked more like Ice water with a bowl of sugar and lemons on the side). She grabbed the drink from the server, and helped Clair grab the bowls for her lemonade, using the pause to gauge Clair's facial expressions. She didn't seem too shocked or off-put by Marissa's story so she felt okay to continue. "I probably would have kept doing that too, had it not been for Salina. She was a girl who came to see me dance one night. We danced and drank the whole night, laughing and having one hell of a time. That night we bedded together and in the morning she had grown so attached to me that she begged me to join her the next morning. She was set to join a mercenary group to get some combat experience so she could become a Pegasus Knight. I spent all of my savings to buy Artemis and well... the rest is history. What about you Clair? What made you want to become a Pegasus Knight? And you wouldn't happen to be related to the great Hera Feldsky would you?"
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Post by Valcrist on Feb 3, 2011 20:17:31 GMT -6
Is she... Oh crap she is. The boy backed up in his seat, as if somehow he could shrink into his self and perhaps vanish. It was silly as it was impossible, but that didn't stop a fretting mind from foolishly trying it. It was too late, she was right there. Game over, he's been discovered. He'd be a terrible spy.
"So, you've been watching me. A Touch odd, I must admit...are you smitten by my good lucks or something?"
"Oh, uhm, it's... It's not that." Valcrist gave as confident of a smile he could muster, anyone who knew him could tell you that wasn't very impressive. "I was just... interested in your weapon!" Yeah, that's it. "It's a very quality piece of work." He felt his self growing less awkward, it was a topic he knew well. "The craftsmanship, the design, and the material. It's a dragon spear, correct? I'm a... er... traveling blacksmith." Yeah, lets go with that. "So it's always a wonder to see nice weapons and armor." He sat back up, straight this time, and nodded.
"I was just... er..." He slowly came to stop, trying to think of the least embarrassing way to say what he was about to say. "Just... making a sketch." It was best to just be truthful. It was only half done, mostly just base lines and the underworks of the final piece. Giving it a somewhat rough look, but it was still quite nice looking for a quick work in progress sketch. It was really much easier to draw when the idea comes to you, rather then you forcing it out for another. Inspiration had no sense of business.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 3, 2011 22:39:19 GMT -6
Clair listened, and was surprised at what Marissa had to say about her past. She seemed to take pleasure in it, even, which the pegasus blond haired pegasus knight could not bring herself to understand.
So, Marissa was trained in more of an On-the-Fly way. Very well traveled as well, judging that she was from Caelin. and a general's daughter no less. The significance wasn't lost on Clair, even if she wasn't familiar with the name. It took some doing to get accomplished at riding a pegasus, so Clair could assume that the older girl had some drive. That, or she was just really bad at it.... Unlikely.
When Marissa guessed who her mother was, Clair gave a happy smile, before it faded into something closer to an amused sigh as she saw the various pieces of her drink. She drank about a quarter of the water, before beginning work on squeezing more of the lemon juice into the cup, and mixing the sugar in.
"That's right. Hera Feldsky is my mom. Training as a pegasus knight just seemed like the right thing for me. I went off on my own to get some experience, and..." Clair stopped stirring her drink, finally deeming it ready to try. "Now I'm here. Was hired by Commander Richter in Sacae, and it's been one wild ride. He was the perfect fit for me."
Clair's smile came back as she recalled everything that had gone on in the last... year and a half? Oh boy... And she hadn't even contacted her parents....
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 3, 2011 23:53:19 GMT -6
Marissa listened intently as Clair recanted the story of the past couple years. She took a hearty swig of the dark amber ale, and hiccuped as some of the rich oaky ale went down the wrong pipe so to speak. She coughed lightly, trying to regain her composure and breath. Embarrassed, her cheeks flooded with red, which conveniently enough for her sake seemed to amplify the beauty and allure of her face. "Sorry, too eager," she said, fighting back a laugh.
Marissa enthusiastically nodded her approval at the mention of Richter. "Yes what's it like working with him? He seems like quite the accomplished warrior; not too mention he's quite a looker." she said, smirking devilishly with her eyes intently watching Clair's eyes trying to see if her suspicions were correct.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 4, 2011 16:35:15 GMT -6
Marle tried not to seem too disappointed by the answer. She was only kidding afterall, though, wouldn't it have been something if her musings had been correct afterall? That would have been a treat. No...he was staring at her because of her...weapon? Marle took the time to look over her Dragonspear, nodding at what he remarked as craftsmanship. He had done a little blacksmithing, but that was only small things, like hooks and horse shoes. She had not design or knowledge about weapons. If they worked, they worked.
"Ah, yes, it is. I traded a gem I found with a merchant in Arphen for it. Supposedly it works well on scaled beasts...which is nice...my previous lance at the time did very little against the Wyvern Matriarch I fought in Eturia." Whether it was a Matriarch or not was unknown to her. The creature was apparently much larger than most wyverns she had been told about beforehand. She perked up a little when he mentioned that he was drawing, and she took a peek, or tried to atleast, to see what he was doing. She caught a little bit of it, and then nodded, not upset in the least. Flashing a smile, Marle just gives a shrug.
"Looks like it's coming out nicely. When you finish, I'd love to see..."
She looked a little more down, at the sword that hung at his hip, and she gave a chuckle.
"You know much about weapons, I believe...but do you know how to use that at your hip there? It almost looks more ornamental than it does for use."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 4, 2011 20:21:00 GMT -6
Clair looked over as Marissa seemed to choke for a moment, but it soon became apparent that she'd be fine. That would have been exciting. A fellow pegasus knight dieing while they were at the bar.
"Yes what's it like working with him? He seems like quite the accomplished warrior; not too mention he's quite a looker."
Clair felt a spike of concern coming from several sources. Jealousy, defensiveness. Another was where the direction of the conversation was headed with an potentially loose-tongued woman. Who was drunk.
She thought over her answer for a moment, looking over her shoulder to locate him for a moment. She couldn't quite remember when she'd stepped away. "Richter is focused, if nothing else, and he's nearly unstoppable on the battlefield. He's the sort who leads by example... and dares the rest to keep up."
It made Clair a little sad that she lacked the will to let him know she had feelings for him beyond the officer's relationship, but she had no idea how he'd react. Did he even share the same feelings? Sometimes it seemed like it was there, just about to break out into view, but like her, kept his deeper feelings hidden, if they existed.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 4, 2011 20:31:56 GMT -6
Soon after the brown haired girl had showed up, Richter decided to leave. Girl talk, was it? Whatever it was, it grated on him. Richter could put up with many things in silence, but this, combined with the noise, was a bit...much. It always seemed so trivial. Perhaps his meal with Clair would have to wait for another day. Hopefully before Clair was transferred to an Ilian pegasus division, if such a thing ever came to pass.
Slipping over to the end of the bar, the commander acquired a mug of warm cider for himself. Richter had never been a big fan of alcohol, despite its widespread popularity up north. He rather enjoyed the flavor of light alcoholic drinks, but when it came to heavy drinking, the pink haired man didn't enjoy the side-effects. He rather prized his sobriety, and found the loss of motor skills and inhibition to be something of great dislike. Besides, he'd seen many men fall victim to the drink, being left in its wake as nothing more than slobbering idiots.
Exchanging some coin and a quick nod with the barkeep, Richter stepped away from the bar quietly and slipped out of the tavern. He took a deep breath of the cold air as it met his skin and exhaled. He had always been a fan of the cold. It was awakening. Refreshing. Heat to him had always felt stifling. Probably due to his heritage as a an Ilian and also why he had detested his time in Sacae. It was so hot down there. He always felt on the verge of a headache.
Taking a sip of his nice warm cider, the commander looked to his left, spotting a familiar face in unfamiliar garb. Wasn't that...?
"Ah, commander, there you are."
Right, Marcus. He hadn't seen his dragon friend in awhile. So that's what color his hair was. Come to think of it, he had never seen it before, not with that cloak on. "Nice duds there Marcus," said Richter, looking the manakete up and down. He raised an eyebrow. The armor was red, but was that...blood? "May I ask how you happened upon such an outfit?"
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Feb 4, 2011 21:09:33 GMT -6
Marcus looked down at his new armor and wiped the spot of blood off of it. "No. No you may not," the dragon said with a sly smirk. He turned to the barman and ordered a big frothy mug of ale. He took and took a large gulp of it, taking a moment to savor the flavor. "So, commander, enjoying yourself? It must be great to have a moment to relax. I wouldn't know. I'm always relaxed, so I guess I wouldn't know what it feels like," Marcus chatted, unaware that he was starting to ramble.
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 4, 2011 23:10:33 GMT -6
Marissa thought she saw something on Clair's face at the mention of Richter's good looks, was it jealousy...confusion...denial? Marissa shrugged it off, I'm probably just looking for things that aren't there. She beamed and proclaimed enthusiastically, "Well those are the kinds of men that one does not mind following to the gates of Oblivion. I look forward to serving alongside him in battle. And with you as well." She offered a toast to Clair, and after clinking her glass with Clair's, downed the rest of her ale in one chug. She gave a loud "AH!!!" and wiped her face with her sleeve, her face radiating a pure essence of joy.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 5, 2011 1:25:27 GMT -6
Well, that much is true, Clair thought to herself as Marissa spoke up about oblivion and following.
"With Commander Richter, and Captain Marle leading us, we wouldn't just follow them to it. We'd take it!" And then she toasted her pathetic sugared lemon water, slightly better than when it had been brought to her, and drank it down.
The thought that Marissa seemed to really enjoy her ale passed through the blond-haired pegasus knight's mind.
"You know, I really do need to go and get some more clothes. I spent a year in the south, and I just don't have enough cold gear anymore. That's dangerous up here."
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