Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Jan 30, 2015 1:37:40 GMT -6
Claire had waited patently while she waited for Chelsea. She had wondered why they couldn't have just talked right here, asking for the night off after being attacked wasn't a personal thing, or unless she was going to quit or even worse, fired. That would be plain out wrong to let her go because she was attacked by some drunk.
As they were talking the door swung open, Claire had heard what sounded like a stomp, she had noticed the people near her got quieter as the mountain of a man had stepped in. She had turned her head to see him as well, he was HUGE, even made the bouncer look small in comparison. Even when he sat it had looked like the chair was about to give out do to his massive size. He appeared to be another patron of the tavern, but that still didn't stop it from intimidating Claire.
It took the girl a moment to realize Chelsea had returned and asked her a question. She looked at Chelsea with a blank expression for a second before answering. "I'd hope so, but sitting here talking isn't helping." She grabbed Chelsea by the hand and almost dragged her back to where she had been enjoying her meal. "I had barely even started to eat them when that happened. You were right, they are delicious." She had pulled up another chair closer to hers for Chelsea before take a seat. She then took a sip of her wine again "Would you like a drink?" she said as she was offering the glass to her.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Jan 30, 2015 13:27:06 GMT -6
The bartender looked up at the mountain of a man in front of him, trying to hide the look of shock on his face. And he thought Rob was huge. He eyed the corn the man had slammed on the bar. Not the usual currency the accepted here, but they were actually running low on corn, so this would work out. "We ain't got bear," He grunted, trying to not seem intimated. "But we do got lots of boar. This'll get you a fair amount." He moved from the bar and opened the door to the kitchen. Took a few seconds, but he found a good amount of boar meat already almost done cooking. After speaking to the cooks to make sure it was alright, he took three plates full of the meat, figuring the giant would probably eat more than a normal man. Making his way back out, he placed all three plates in front of the man. "'Ere ya go."
Chelsea, meanwhile, had been dragged over to Claire's table. She couldn't help but notice how soft Claire's hands were. That's when she realized that last hand she had really felt were Kelvin's, and they were a lot rougher. She let go of Claire's hand in order to sit down, pulling in her seat as she did. She smiled as she was offered the glass of wine. "Sure, thank you." She took a small sip of the wine. It was Claire's drink, after all, so she didn't want to drink too much of it and leave nothing for her new friend. She did, however, sneakily reach a fork over and steal a piece of the pork chops. Amazing, as usual. That was certainly one thing she would miss about this place, the food was always awesome. More than the food, though, she was going to miss her friends here. But who knew? Maybe she'd run into some of her old friends back out in the world. As far as she knew, they were all still out there. Val. Rayl. Kelvin...
She swallowed her food and turned to Claire. "So, Claire, what brought you to town?"
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Jan 30, 2015 15:11:11 GMT -6
"Quite daring..." Walking into a tavern with a man was something Asri had done many times. But her partner usually wore something less revealing! The sight was pleasant for her eyes so she wouldn't complain too much but Jabal really needed to find a bigger cloak or something soon. "I didn't tell you to eat it raw. I said we should roast it and use honey or something," she said casually. The half-naked dragon had been an amusing company so far. He seemed to be ignorant of common sense, not that Asri's common sense wasn't flawed but Jabal was very unique...too different. It was like she was following a baby, a muscled and huge baby who was chewing a corn like a cow.
Asri sighed. She knew she was going to be one who had to pay for his cloth later. There was only enough corns for his meal and the tailor probably wouldn't appreciate using corn as currency like the tavern master. However, she liked how this would make Jabal indebted to her. "Hmm, I wonder how much fun this will bring," she thought to herself as she followed Jabal to the counter, eyes staring at his back. Usually Asri was more attentive to her surrounding but this time someone stole all her attention so she didn't notice how their presence had drawn almost all patrons' gaze.
"You are truly a master of trading, bear guy," the crimson-haired thief said sarcastically to Jabal as she threw a some gold coins onto the counter. She would have paid for his meal but if he wanted to play merchant and do barter then the half-naked dragon could do as much as he please. "I will have what you gave him. Only one plate, though. Oh, and a bottle of your best drink." Asri took seat beside Jabal and started to unstrap the lock that kept her sword attached on the belt, she took the sword off and leaned it against the seat so she could sit more comfortably.
"Hey, listen...This probably isn't a good question for our first date but I really want o know...why you were there, in that scary place, naked and angry, huh? I don't believe it was because you were drunk. Can you share some juicy stories?" Asri asked as she leaned against the counter, looking at his eyes (for the first time).
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 30, 2015 16:08:29 GMT -6
With a job set up and coin in his bag Orcleous was ready to do some late shopping and hit the hey. Still he wondered if any of the markets were still open at this hour. He doubted it, to be truthful. "Probably better if I went back to the inn", spoke Orcleous as he turned around and moved to rejoin the company of drunkards and beautiful bar maids. Before he walked into the building he saw a half dressed man far taller and wider than himself being escorted by a lovely woman with burning red hair. For a moment Orcleous stopped and stared. Then his logic senses kicked in and told him to leave. It was probably better not to get involved with people like that. He was bigger, stronger, and probably had a fiery temper. However that was just how Orcleous like it. He liked defeating people who thought they stood above him, but to be truthful the man had not said a word to him. It was simply Orcleous jealousy and the hot blood of a mercenary flowing through his veins.
"Probably better if I did not start a fight", spoke the mercenary taking control of his nature. He had a new job in the morning and who knows what threats and dangers would be waiting on the road. If he got himself into a bar fight he could not only damage his reputation, but also risk injury. At the same time however he felt like there was a blow done to his pride if he did not enter the establishment. It was already his goal to return back and enjoy a few moments before the rest of the night withered away, but instead he was letting this big man determine what he was going to do.
"Pride or money", spoke Orcleous as he raised out both hands. His right represented pride and his left money. The mercenary agonized over the decision for quite a while, but in the end he decided on money. Tightening his grip on his bag orcleous began to walk away from the tavern.
[Orc leaves thread]
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Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Feb 3, 2015 17:29:32 GMT -6
The dragon gave the bartender little more than grunt of acknowledgement before tearing into the meal for three that was placed in front of him. In one of his massive hands he grabbed a thick cut of meat and tossed it into his mouth, biting into it with gusto. The boar flesh, stringy and gamey, was tough, but it was no match for the powerful jaws of the giant man, and the bounty of its juice was freely given up to him.
Ah, this was the first real food he’d eaten since waking up! Ignoring the sheer amount of food, to anyone else it would have probably been little more than an average meal; perhaps even less than average even given the quality of the meat. But to Jabal it was one of the greatest things he had ever tasted. It was robust and full-bodied, a savory feast of the most royal proportions. The taste was so intense that Jabal couldn’t help but let out a groan of delight as he devoured his dinner. Despite all the disrespect he had been getting from these ill-mannered humans since waking up, this flavor reminded Jabal that he was, indeed, a dragon. No, a king among dragons.
Jabal let out a loud belch as the last bit of meat went down. He snapped his fingers twice, then pointed at the counter. “Half a keg of your best draught!” he ordered with gusto. “No, make that blood wine! Yes, bring me your best blood wine!” The dragon dropped his elbows on the bar counter with a thud that made the wood shiver. It took him a moment, but he remembered most humans couldn’t stand blood wine. “If you don’t have the blood wine, just bring me the draught.” There was a large smile on his face. He’d been in a caustic, angry mood ever since waking up. Waking up in a desolated crater after losing a war would do that to you. Devil dogs trying to eat you didn’t help, but the feeling of meat in his belly, even if it hadn’t filled him up completely, help assuage the sharpness of his previously foul temperament. Even if he was among humans, a helping of blood wine was just the thing to finish off this meal and make Jabal feel right at home. Hopefully these humans had some.
Blood wine was a delicacy in ancient Nabata, particularly among the dragons of the Musenen Jabal, but it had eventually spread to the tables of the brave all throughout Elibe. To make it, one would drain the blood of a boar, bear, or deer into a barrel and let it ferment. Now normally this would just result in a keg of gelatinous dried blood, so in order to avoid coagulation, large amounts of orange juice were added to the blood, which also had the side effect of giving it a citrusy flavor. In addition, large amounts of sugar cane were also added to increase the alcohol content. It was a strong drink, definitely not for the faint of heart, but it packed a real kick.
Still grinning Jabal looked down at his arms. He could feel a certain vitality return him as his stomach began to digest the meat he had just consumed, but he still felt drained. While he hadn’t expected to recover his full strength just by eating, he figured it would at least do something to fix the constant fatigue that seemed to hang around him. Hmm, perhaps this was something more to this than just a lack of energy.
The dragon knew he wasn’t going to get any answers in a tiny human tavern like this, so, still grinning, he looked over to his red-headed traveling companion, who unlike the small wyvern child, had done her best to clothe and feed after the dragon had woken up. It hardly helped the animus he felt when watched these hairless apes laugh and converse carefree, but it had least kept him from trying to tear off her head back in the crater. He figured, as long as she kept helping him, it was worth tolerating her until his powers returned.
“I hardly see why it being today or tomorrow would change the nature of that question,” Jabal grunted, confused by the woman’s use of the word “date”. He made a mental note that today was actually their second date, since they had met yesterday, but made no comment of it. It was such an odd way to refer to one’s time together in the first place, he figured it might be a local term. “And if by ‘drunk’ you mean addled, no I was not under the influence of any drink.” The massive dragonman unconsciously scratched the scar on his chest as he thought of the last thing he remembered before waking up. Pain like lightning. His chest cut open. Blood had been everywhere. The face of that little runt wielding his comically oversized sword. Damn that sword.
“I...don’t remember,” he replied, his teeth gritted in discomfort. It was a partial lie, of course, for Jabal did remember what had put him in the ground, but he did not know how he had come to rest in that black crater, nor did he know where that crater was. He didn’t even know where he was right now, outside of here being a human settlement. He had no idea how the war had ended, or if it was yet over. He had no idea where his kin had gone, or if they were even alive. He had no idea how humans would react to knowing his true nature, and, although it hurt his pride to admit it, had reason to fear a violent response as long as he was unable to assume his true form.
His nose wrinkled in distaste. Unable to assume his true form. It was bizarre even thinking that phrase. It was like saying unable to use his arm or unable to use his sight. It made him feel weak and crippled, like a part of him was missing. “I don’t even know where we are,” Jabal continued, looking around the tavern. Perhaps now was a good time to collect some information on his whereabouts.
“Just where in Azharul are we?”
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Feb 3, 2015 20:00:27 GMT -6
Claire had watched Chelsea take a sip of the wine and a bit of the pork chops before asking her what had brought her to town. The answer was short and not very interesting, just passing through. "It's a long story, but if you don't mind me talking your ear off I'll tell you." She said with a laugh. "You remember when Etruria had attacked Ostia and left it in ruins? Well my brother left home to help rebuild it and take care of the people there. He had been helping them up to the time it had exploded when the volcano under it erupted, I thought he was dead but I kept having these weird dreams where he was still alive. After a few months I had set out to look for him, I had started in Ostia then the areas around it where survivors had migrated to. One of the last things he had said to me was 'It's my moral obligation to help those in need, I have to go to Ostia.' I've been living by that philosophy, so as I traveled I did my best to help those around me." Claire's tone started to sound sad
"About six months ago I had found him, he had still been very badly injured and wasn't improving. He tried to say something as he sat up, but before he could finish he had passed away. Other than my aunt, he was the last of my family. His death had straightened my style of helping those near me, I've been traveling around Lycia mostly and then I ended up here." Claire had avoided eye contact with Chelsea, she didn't want to start to cry in front of her. She took up the glass and took a big drink of the wine. Talking about what had happened had ruined Claire's appetite. "You can have the rest if you want."
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Feb 3, 2015 23:40:24 GMT -6
"Aye, we got blood wine. Lucky you, only tavern in the area with any." The barkeep said. He went into the store room and rolled out a keg of blood wine to the giant. "All yours, pal. No one else will drink it."
Chelsea reached over and placed her hand on Claire's. "I'm so sorry Claire. I know from experience that losing family is never easy." She didn't want to go into the stories of losing her mother and her brother, as well as when she thought she had lost her father, yet. They weren't exactly easy stories to tell, plus she didn't want Claire to think she was trying to one up her or anything. Instead, she rubbed Claire's hand softly. She wasn't the best at comforting, but knew from her time with Kelvin that this was something even she could do. "I'll tell you what. How about we get out of here." She pointed to her eye. "Let's see what you can do to make this a little easier to look at." She smiled at her weak joke, hoping it would cheer the girl up a bit. While she did want to cover the bruise, she also had a feeling that doing this would help to take Claire's mind off of her brother.
Chelsea led the way out of the tavern. She noticed for the first time the giant of a man who made Rob look like he was about her height. How had she not realized this mountain of a man before!? Shaking her head as he devoured what seemed to be half a boar, she headed for the door. With a wink to Rob as she passed him, she made her way into the street outside. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn't Sacae, but this place still had pleasing air. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that guy who had wanted to talk to her before. "Oh hey, that's that guy from earlier." That's when she realized that with everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten about him. Oops. She looked at Claire. "Sorry, hopefully this only takes a few minutes." She gave a grimace before she approached the guy. "Uh... hi. Sorry I never got around to talking to you earlier. What did you need to talk to me about?"
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
Posts: 27
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Feb 4, 2015 19:48:14 GMT -6
Merio took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He closed his eyes and looked at the night sky. He could feel the breeze rolling by, brushing past him. It carried a certain kind of scent to it, one he wasn't quite used to. He couldn't explain it, it wasn't so simple as to boiling it down to 'fish' or 'beef', it smelled like... people. It had a sort of music, it was... lively. Bustling. Even as the sky gave way to night, the city stubbornly refused to turn in for the night, Tania was different. Caelin was different. He's never lived in a big city, sometimes he wondered if he ever would, or if he even ever wanted to. Still, though he was simply visiting, it was pleasant. The spring night was cool, but assuredly the dog days of summer would come, and with it the great heat.
He stood there, enjoying it for just a moment. His hand resting on the pommel of his blade, the sword looking more akin to a fencing blade then the large sturdy blades he was trained in. It wouldn't be much use upon the back of Jammu, but it was lightweight and easy to use off of his steed, so he wore it whenever he wasn't planning on fighting upon the horse's back. He once preferred the blade to the lance, and in truth he still did, but it was an awkward weapon to swing atop a speeding charge. He either needed the crushing power of an axe or mace, or the quick pierce of the lance. The sword lacked either of these qualities, but he still enjoyed the weapon despite it's clear faults. Maybe it was just stubborn brotherly rivalry that lives far beyond whatever the foolish reason for this split? Perhaps, Merio seemed unable to let go of many things, maybe this was just another?
The air was humid, a small wetness in the air. He opened his eyes at the sky above, thick clouds painted the air and the stars hid behind. He noticed it earlier too, Jammu had been tense, he always got this way before a storm. The horse was from the sandy reaches of Nabata, well not really, he was born and raised on Merio's farm. However Nabata was in his blood, and they always knew when the next storm was ready to roll in.
Perhaps he had been standing there a mite longer then he had anticipated, for the maiden from before had found her way around to him once again. Merio heard her speak, and he turned to her as she spoke. Upon her face she bore the mark of that man's aggression, a reminder of his failure. She sounded irritated, he had hoped to slip away unnoticed but it appeared that was simply not to be. Regrettable. He put on a polite smile as he gave a small bow. "I apologize madam, I had wished not to bother you after the unfortunate events that had transpired this night." He remained polite, respectful. "It was no large deal I wished to burden you with, but perhaps I should begin by introducing myself. I am Ser Merio Calderon, knight-commander of Tania of the Lycian League."
"I have been searching for information on my brother's wearabouts, as it's been quite some time since I've heard from him. I know it sounds far-fetched, but I recognize you. You and my brother, Kelvin Calderon were in a relationship the last I saw him. I was hoping you might be able to tell me something about how he was." He spoke with measured words, clearly having prepared this speech beforehand. He got really anxious really easily, this was simply the best way to deal with those feeling. Know exactly what to say, and anticipate every possible response and have one ready in kind. "Though this was quite some time ago, I understand if you scarcely remember him by this point."
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Feb 4, 2015 20:30:38 GMT -6
Whatever Chelsea had been expecting, it hadn't been that. Looking at the man now, she could actually see Kelvin's brother looking back at her. She could also see how she hadn't noticed him, as he looks much different now. She hadn't seen him for... Wow, since they had visited Kelvin's house and met Val. Had it really been that long? It must have been, it would have taken a while for him to look so different. Mustaches like that don't grow over night.
What came after that left a pit in her stomach. He hadn't heard from Kelvin either? What did it mean if even Kelvin's own brother hadn't heard from him? Granted, it's not as if she was expecting to hear from him and even if he wanted to, he had no idea where she was. But still, even after their breakup, she worried about him. How could she not? Despite everything, she would always love him. And he was off fighting a war. He could already be dead and she would have no way of knowing...
She cleared her throat and looked back up at Merio before speaking. "I was indeed in a relationship with Kelvin, and no, I could never forget him. I fear I don't have the helpful new that you might have hoped to hear. I haven't seen him in months. I can tell you exactly where I saw him last, but it won't be easy to actually find him." She stood a deep breath. "I'm guessing you've heard of the rebellion going on in Bern? Well, Kelvin is one of the leaders of it. That's part of why we separated. I wanted nothing to do with it." A small smirk grew on her face. "But you know Kelvin. He couldn't stand by while injustice was going on. So he stayed to fight. Last I heard he was one of the leaders, but I haven't heard anything in months. I honestly don't even know if he's still..." Her voice broke. She hadn't talk about Kelvin this much to anyone beside Alison since they had broken up. Even just by bringing this up, her level of worry had skyrocketed. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help, but that's all I know."
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Feb 5, 2015 7:58:02 GMT -6
Chelsea had once been in a relationship, but it had ended due to the war in Bern. Claire had heard about it, but if asked she'd admit that she knew nothing about it outside of it being Bern nationals vs Illia supporters. She knew there was more to it, there had to be. Why else would people want to cause such blood shed over nothing?
After hearing what Chelsea had to say to the man, Claire felt as if she was throwing her sob story upon this poor girl. Chelsea had her own problems on top of being violently attacked and Claire had told the girl her life story basically. She could have just told her that she was just passing through, but no she had made the girl feel bad for her.
At first Claire thought she was just simply passing through the town, but maybe it was fate that guided her here? She knew what heart break felt like, even though trying to compare the loss of a loved one to a break up was something you couldn't do, but she knew the feeling of wanting to be with somebody that you couldn't. She had reached out and grabbed Chelsea's hand, locking her fingers in between Chelsea's. Claire was truly at a loss of words, she didn't know what to say, holding her hand like that was the only thing she could do to show her that she was there for her. She had also didn't want to interrupt their conversation with anything she could think of that were words of encouragement.
Claire had gave Chelsea's hand a firm squeeze, she had looked at her giving her a smile in hope she would look back at her. She wanted her to know that she was there for her without having to say so. Chelsea had seemed like a very nice girl, and deep down Claire had hoped for the best for the girl.
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
Posts: 27
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Feb 5, 2015 9:37:22 GMT -6
Merio laughed. He laughed far harder then was probably appropriate. He planted his open palm upon his just laughed. What else could he do? Bern she said. Bern. That sounded just like him. He threw his head back a bit, his laughter dying and giving way to what could only be called a look of worry. One of apprehension, a long scarred over wound being torn open once again. Even now he had a desire to march right out to Bern and pull him back to Lycia by the ear, scolding him for getting involved in other people's business. "Bern." He said, after his small fit had died. "Of course. Never were one to let injustice slide, were you Kelvin? Oh did he see it everywhere too. Everything was a cause to champion." He sighed. Merio went out his way, he worked to be gallant and chivalrous, it didn't come to him naturally. His words he used, the attitude he adapted, it was all a little unnatural, a little stiff, a little off. For Kelvin it all came so naturally, toss him in a room of knights and you couldn't tell the difference. He was always a little jealous of that.
But... He couldn't go after him. Though he felt it his obligation, his duty to protect his little brother, it wasn't. They weren't kids anymore, he wasn't a kid anymore. His obligation, his duty was to Tania. To Lycia. He couldn't be selfish, and he couldn't afford distractions. Kelvin was alive, and he was fighting for something he believed in. Who was Merio to say he was wrong? Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in. "Thank you Chelsea, you've given me far more information then I've had. I hadn't seen him in years, I'm glad to know he yet lives. I always thought he would crumble and fall apart if I wasn't there to hold him up, to protect him, it was my job. I'm his brother, and yet I left. I quit the job of protecting him, I... stopped being his brother. It was always a point of guilt for me, and I believe it will always be one, but to know that he at least survived and didn't throw himself headfirst into a pit of spikes is a relief for the soul." He spoke firmly and from the heart, his voice losing that edge of stuffiness it once held. He was grateful to Chelsea, truly. Just as she helped him, he felt it was only right to try and assure her in his own way. "I... Kelvin is a talented man. More talented then me, always has been. If he managed to survive this long, I daresay he still lives even now. Who knows? Maybe Bern needs him, or he needs it. It's not for me to say, but if it means anything I am sorry to hear how things between you two ended."
"You've been more help then you could possibly know. Thank you for your time Chelsea, and I apologize for bringing up a painful topic. You have had a rough day, and you should enjoy yourself." He reached into his pocket, mumbling slightly. From it he pulled out a small bit of gold, nothing extravagant. He held it out for the girl to take. "I want you to take this. Think of it as the tip I never managed to give you, before things went foul, and as a thanks for your help."
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Feb 5, 2015 12:26:02 GMT -6
Chelsea couldn't help but crack a smile as Merio laughed. The two might not have seen each other in years and might have little in common, but they both understood Kelvin. They understood that that was the exact type of stupidly heroic thing he would do. He could be an idiot, but he was their idiot. She had been focused on Merio that she only just realized that Claire's hand was in her own. She turned around and smiled at the girl. She was glad she was here. Had tonight not happened, she might have even tried to convince Claire to go on a real date with her sometime. But as much as she may have enjoyed that, she now knew it most likely would never happened.
Tonight had awakened something in her, something beyond just the urge to travel. Something that she hadn't felt in a long time. The urge to be with Kelvin. Not to say that she hadn't wanted to be back with him before, but this was something else. It was as though something had finally clicked and she was ready to finally act on it. She wasn't foolish, though. She knew it wouldn't be easy, nor would it be quick. It might not even work out. She knew this, and she accepted it. Maybe it was all this talk of Kelvin or maybe it was something else that had stirred this inside her, she didn't know. But she knew that, for now at least, this was what she needed to do.
She pushed the gold that Merio offered back at him. "I won't take that. I appreciate you offering, but I have a better idea." She took a deep breath. "I want to travel with you. If you'll have me, of course." She turned and looked at the tavern. "After tonight, I've decided to leave here. I was just going to wander around for a bit, but now I feel like it would be better if we traveled together. By traveling with you, maybe I could help in some good instead of just aimlessly wandering. Plus, maybe the two of us together could find Kelvin eventually. My only request is that my friend Claire be allowed to join as well." She turned to Claire. "Only if you want to though. Don't feel pressured to join if you don't want to."
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Claire Labelle
Mercenary
It's my moral obligation to help those in need
Posts: 42
Affinity: Light
Profile: Claire
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Claire Labelle on Feb 6, 2015 8:02:25 GMT -6
Chelsea had been talking to the mustached man about going to Bern to look for a man named Kelvin, she even invited her to come along. Traveling with a friend would be fantastic, after meeting Aaron the two had split up after poking around Ostia for any signs of life. She had told Chelsea that she would be there for her, even if it was non verbal, but at the same time she didn't want to get involved with the problems of Bern, what if she picked the wrong side and hurt somebody? She did want to see Bern, but not like that.
She also didn't want to just abandon Chelsea like that either, what if by helping her find Kelvin she ended up helping the Bern nationalist and did something wrong, how could she live with herself, the decisions had her all flustered, her whole thought process was out of wack. All she wanted to do was help people, and Chelsea was her friend ugh. Claire just wanted to cry right now. She did her best not to have a pouty face, but to be put on the spot like that wasn't fair. Instead she gave Chelsea a look of concern.
"I want to help you, really I do but I don't know... Do we have to leave right now?" Claire felt extremely bad for not being able to answer her right away, it was just she wasn't sure what to thick or what Christophe would do. She really did hope she would at least have the night to decide on what she would do.
(OoC: Sorry if the post seems like it's all over the place, I wanted it to reflect at how distressed she was over the decision.)
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Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
Posts: 27
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Feb 6, 2015 15:31:46 GMT -6
"You want to come with me?" He was surprised, but didn't show it. She said she wished to do some good, and that she wanted to find Kelvin one day. "I am not- I'm not planning to chase down Kelvin Chelsea. He has made a choice, and that is what I should respect. I don't think I could ever face him again, it might be best if he believes I simply perished. He shouldn't be distracted with the memory of me, and I shouldn't be distracted by the memory of him. It's regrettable but..." Merio didn't feel like he deserved to see Kelvin again. That self-pitying, and he hated that, so he simply did not say it aloud. He let it lie hidden below like if by refusing to acknowledge it, it simply wasn't true. What he felt however could not be a lie, but sometimes it was better to pretend it was. "It's the way it has to be, I have a mission to complete and I cannot allow myself distractions. Tonight was to put my mind at ease before charging forward ahead to the unknown. If I never even tried, I would always wonder. A wandering mind is as deadly as the sharpest blade." He almost believed his own words as he said them.
"I have a mission to complete, I'm to travel all about Lycia and learn of the issues plaguing each territory, it isn't a terribly exciting job, but it's one that's sorely needed. How little we know about our own neighbors, how can we expect to protect ourselves as a nation if we do not even know what's happening within it?" He explained to Chelsea, a slightly different explanation then the one he gave Orcleous. He felt a little more pressured to be proper and polite to her then to him, a mercenary and his brother's ex girlfriend were two totally different people and required different ways to deal with.
"If you are alright with the fact we may never see Kelvin, and that we will be traveling all around Lycia you are free to join. I have very few men in my care, having some people to rely upon is always a welcome addition." If he recalled, Chelsea was an archer. That was a skill he did not have, and it could be quite useful. "You needn't decide now, for I am in town for the next few days. I must meet with the marquis, and see what he wishes of me. Barring unforeseen events, I should be ready to leave in three days time." He nodded politely with a smile. "You and your friend are welcome to join if that's your desire, I am staying at the knight barracks nearest the castle if you've questions. Ah... That's right. I'm not traveling alone. A mercenary named Orcleous is accompanying me as well as..." He trailed off. He trusted these two, for no real reason perhaps, but Merio was the type of man who was rarely suspicious of others despite all the signs pointing to the fact that he should be. "My... Squire." He said simply. If they were to join then they would undoubtedly know, but he shouldn't be the one to reveal it.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Feb 6, 2015 17:54:52 GMT -6
Chelsea nodded as Merio spoke. "I understand you're not planning on looking for him, and I also understand that we may never see him. But going with you will give me some purpose for the time being, and that's enough for me." She looked back at Claire again before continuing on. "Whenever you're ready to leave, find me and I'll be ready to leave as well. Same goes for if, as part of your group, you need me to accompany you to see the marquis." It was slightly shocking to her how certain she had become about traveling with Merio on his mission, but she somehow felt like it was something she needed to do. Maybe because she felt it was something Kelvin would do. She wasn't really sure.
She turned back to Claire, still holding her hand. "If you don't want to come on this, I understand. Please, don't feel as though you're obligated to come. I don't want you to have to do anything that you're uncomfortable with." It was true. While she was already becoming fast friends with Claire, she would hate herself if she only came along because she felt as though she had to. But that was something they could better talk about later, once they were in Claire's room and not in the middle of the street.
Turning back to Merio once more, she said, "I'll be seeing you soon, Merio. Whenever you need to find me, just come back here. I'll be somewhere nearby. Have a goodnight." And with that, she let Claire begin to lead the way to her room.
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