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"No need for that, sirrah." At Espy's fingertips, a small but bright flame shone, and she held it over the soaked areas, drying them in a few minutes. |
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg Rem's eyes widened and he blinked at the flame dancing from the woman's hand. "Cor," he said in awe. "That's bleedin' brilliant, that is..." He paused, glancing at her and stepped closer, his hands clutched around his mop a little tightly. "Are yeh one've those...people...from the other realm, then, miss?" he asked quietly, his brow furrowing as an unreadable expression flickered over his face. ... |
"Well, a hybrid I am," breathed Espy. "That in itself doesn't constitute my ability to play with fire and earth. That part...that'd be the achievements of my mother and her family. Alchemists, with a specialty in fire and earth. If I had to transmute water, I would have a draw a circle."
The flame flickered and went out. "They're long gone by now...along with my father's side. Assassins, all of them. And nobility too. But the officials decided we'd gotten too strong, and set fire to our mansion. I've yet to find my siblings....dead or alive." |
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg His eyes reflected his sorrow and he nodding, making an unconscious motion to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but paused and drew back. "I am truly sorry to hear that," he said sincerely. "These are 'ard toimes for all, 'arder still for some...I do 'ope yeh foind them." "I am also missing a sibling," he said after a moment's pause. "Though it wos 'is own choice t'leave. After me mother died...we are halfbreeds ourselves, after a nature, I don' know of me father though." He looked down at the mop and pushed it back into the bucket of water. "Well, 'e left to be a fool with other fools. 'e may be dead by now, 'oo knows." He stopped then a little awkwardly, not sure why he told such private things to a stranger and straightened his shoulders, picking up the bucket. "I thank yeh fehr yehr 'elp, miss," he nodded and took the items back behind the archway. ... |
Michael leaned toward the flames, putting his hands out against the heat as he let it prickle and slide against his skin. Fire..didn't want it when the sun was out, prayed to god you could find tinder when it wasn't. Nevermind what things lurked about snickering to themselves that you can't get it lit- but stay occupied long enough for them to catch a snack. He tilted his head this way and that to look around- place was nice. nicer than he thought he'd be able to stay in long, but the man had said they could work something out..maybe doing dishes. He smirked at the glowing light. Dishes..Oh god if his mother could see him now.
His head came back out of it's little Lala land when he smelled the coffee brewing though, the thick musky scent of it floating through the air like it had a mind of it's own. His glancing brought his eyes toward the woman and the patron, eyebrows going up. Aaah..caster class..he always was better with his hands and feet. ..or teeth, if the cause arose. Never really did though. Eyes tipping up, he wondered if their host was...so persuaded. Shivering he sat up straighter, turning in his seat to give the fire his back. "I don' wanna be rude 'er nuffin', but I don' s'pose that coffee's close t' bein' done?" He gave his best appologetic smile, inclining his head at the woman in an informal bow of sorts. |
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg Rem chuckled at that, having returned quickly, and checked the pot. "Yes, qoite so," he smiled at the male, and poured him a rather generous serving in a smoothly-made ceramic cup, and placed it on a tray along with a few raisin scones he'd brought out. He carried the tray to the stranger, setting it down on a small table he'd pulled over, and along with the coffee and scones set down small containers of cream and sugar. "'ere yeh go sir...on th' 'ouse. If yeh need anyfing else, me name's Rem, just shout it. Or 'Oi, barkeep!' or ''Ey, you wiv th' face!' works just as well." He snickered, straightening back up and moved back behind the bar. ... [[man I'd love to get some feathers soon in these popups...eventually..sometime! >3< ffft lol]] |
He grinned at the cup as though it were full of liquid sin, taking it between his hands even though it was still hotter than he'd like. Whatever, he'd just been burning his skin off with the fire anyways. "An y'kin call me Michael, Mikey, whatever. I dunno. But sir sounds way better 'n I'm worth." He smirked, adding sugar and cream to the cup with a little laugh in his throat- as though he hadn't seen the stuff in ages. Really...he just liked Caffeine. ..A lot.
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(Haha, sorry, took a shower.)
After sipping thoughtfully at her drink, Espy sat back, leaning partly on the back of the chair and propping herself up on a nearby pillar. Noticing the other newcomer watching her, she gazed back, hoping her pale eye didn't seem as cold as it often did. |
"...I supposed I haven't introduced myself, even though I've been in your care for a while now...Esprit-Rion Serami Kienra. It's a mouthful; Espy is fine. I'm far enough from those murderous turncoats that I have no need to fear sharing my name, knowing that I won't be putting any of my relatives in danger."
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg "Ah, well then, a formal welcome t'yeh Espy. This's the Three Sisters, a freehouse, and as such is neutral terr'tory...there's no danger 'ere." He paused and grinned. "An if anyone's fool enough t'bring it in, I 'ave ways meself of dealin' with such fings. Yeh're welcome to relax 'ere as long as yeh need." He grinned at the gentleman then, grabbing a cup himself and moved to take a seat near Michael, pouring himself a cup of black gold and adding a sinful amount of cream and sugar. "Mikey it is then...Michael is much too formal fehr this place, t'be sure." He leaned back and blew gently on the coffee, watching the steam trail lazily in the air. "An' wot brings yeh out on such a dismal night [[or day whatever it is xD]] as this, mate?" He motioned towards Espy, indicating she could partake of the coffee as well, if she liked. ... |
She looked over at the female who called herself Rain and responded, "Yes. I am Chi. You may call me such. It's alright..." She spoke softly. Chi looked upon the newcomers and Rem. She blushed a little when she spoke, "I'm going to change..." She wandered off to find a bathroom in which to change in. Chi had returned to the main area of the Inn and looked about cautiously. She was now wearing a coat of white and gold which held ridiculously long sleeves sparkling bright. Chi was wearing spotless white pants now with boots of gold and lilac, she fashioned her hair in a different style as well. Giant wings had sprouted from her back and she had a flaming sword. She shut the flame off on her sword and sheathed it, with a quick snap of her finger the wings shrank. [Just making a quick post before going back to sleep. Damn insomnia. Take the feathers, btw. Don't need 'em.] |
Michael nodded at the woman, even though she wasn't directly indicating him in her introduction- no mind to be that brazenly rude at the moment. He tilted his head a the green haired man, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. "Seemed a night as good as any other t' be out an about. Ain' like I got no where else t' be, besides." He grinned a little.
"Honessly, got me an invite t' go joinin' that party they call a war- an mama, ooh she couldn' 'a been prouder. But then, I din' like that idea very much." He gave his coffee a look as though telling it that it had better behave itself, sipping from the thick sweet nectar. Wow..well, he suposed there was more than one reason the man owned an inn. By -god- his coffee was good. |
"Say, Rem...do you have an empty room upstairs?" Espy asked, seemingly talking more to her drink than to the bartender, "I've been sleeping outside in trees for a few days now. If you don't, that's fine; I'll be happy to pay for even a small place between the barrels in your larder. In my vulpine form, I'm flexible enough. 'Tis only to get out of the cold."
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg He nodded to Espy and pulled a set of keys from his pocket, tossing her one with a number 7 on it. "That room is free, love, an' should 'ave some clean linens and towels all set up. Take it an sleep well," he smiled and turned back to Mikey, sipping his coffee. "...innerestin', that," he said quietly, turning to gaze at the flames flickering in the fireplace. "Me mum would've been th' opposite if she'd been aloive t'see 'er darlin' boy wont t'join up wiv that'--" he couldn't seem to think of a world vile enough. "Business. But she didn'...and me brother went in." He was silent for a moment and then sat up to click his cup against Mikey's. "I fink yehr a roight smart lad wiv yehr 'ead screwed on straight. Few enough of us as is." [[Is bedtime! G'night all, sorry for the delay. I fell asleep xD]] ...[/QUOTE] |
('Night all; I'm off to bed too. I've school tomorrow.)
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Michael smirked, cup clinking before he took one long hot draw on the coffee, as though stating that it was far better than what he could be doing at the moment.
"Yea? She was all proud 'er boy got picked t' go defend. Made me wanna juss set fire t' the 'ole business." He shook his head, taking another gulp with upraise eyebrows. "I ain' gonna lie, I'm lazy. Lazy as anythin' an I'll blame it on my insides- but least I admit I got it bad." He grinned, leaning back a little towards the flames. He felt practically dry, now that he'd stopped paying attention, and he supposed anything that wasn't could dry while he slept. Hmm...which he supposed would be soon enough- though he'd conspire to leave a little money here and there, if the man didn't want to squeeze him for it up front. Nice chap, nice inn. Maybe he'd died somewhere and this was his version of heaven? Felt like it. ((Niiiiiight Espy~ , Rem)) |
Vox yawned and stretched, truly awake at last. She felt a hundred times better for the rest and care. Something about her seat in the back of the inn's main room felt strangely familiar...something about the angle of the reclining seat, the thin woolen blanket, the little pillow under her head...she laughed to herself. This feels a lot like an airline seat! Not that they'd likely know about jetliners in this world.
She wondered why exactly she was in a chair, but recalled that she hadn't actually paid for a bed. Well, that was kind of the innkeeper, then. The rumble of male voices among the female let her know there were more people in the inn, and she got up to investigate. She listened long enough to hear Espy introduce herself and mention her vulpine form. Oh, one of those. The man draining his coffee looked to be the same type - one of those slight types that turned out to be deadly beasts. She sat near the ladies and called out, "Innkeeper! Do you have any soup?" |
"Well-" Michael began, finishing up his cup of coffee before setting the smooth mug on the tray the innkeeper had brought. "I think I'm goin' t' 'ead up an find myself one 'a those cozy rooms. No sense turnin' down such a good offer. Y'go on an get the lady 'er soup." He grinned, allowing himself a small wink before kicking himself internally. Stupid, that probably looked utterly ridiculous. He did knuckle a couple of the raisin biscotti into his hand, biting down on one with a small appreciative salute as he dropped a couple gold coins onto the tray. Man could slip it back into his pockets if he wanted at some point, but he could at least leave them there and dash away.
Why coffee always made him sleepier before it made him hyper, he had no idea..but he wasn't going to fight it. All the way up the stairs he could smell fires burning individual rooms, clean linens, the scent of well cared for wood..he wouldn't mind staying a while. If he could get away with it of course. Home...was out of the question as of yet. Maybe..eventually.. |
Espy stretched and stepped out of her room, hair still messy. She quickly ran a hand through it and tied on her sash. Then she pocketed the two katars, not wanting to scare any customers that might be sitting downstairs.
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As she took a seat in another remote corner, Espy hummed a bit of a melody she had heard....What was it again? Something called "Behind Blue Eyes," she recalled vaguely. She looked around, checking for familiar faces, but finding none at this strange hour.
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Michael woke early, probably because he'd gone to bed earlier than he usually did. Odd thing that. He pulled on his freshly dried clothes, yawning as he wandered his way out of the room he'd chosen- heading down to find himself something to eat.
Wandering in he glanced about, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he tossed himself in a comfortable chair by the fireplace- motioning at the only other occupant of the room. " 'Ey." |
[[Urgh going to try my hardest to post if I get a minute TO post tonight. XD Eesh.]]
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg Rem served the sleeping woman his best, creamiest potato and bacon soup, the sort that warmed you right up from head to toe, as well as filled you up. He served other customers as they came and went for awhile, then managed to catch himself a bit of a catnap in the back. He could have had his pick of rooms, but actually preferred sleeping on a small cot in a little room that angled back off the storeroom, amongst bags of potatos and boxes of glasses. He liked being close to the bar if anyone happened to enter the inn - the ringing bell usually woke him up in that case. He also preferred it as to the somewhat ostentatious rooms that were upstairs, he was a much simplier man than that. He awoke from his nap to the low murmur of voices and quickly rose from bed, exiting the curtained storeroom moments later. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he looked around and noticed Michael first, giving the man a warm, if sleepy smile. "'Allo there...did yehr sleep well, an foin' everyfing awroight upstairs?" He also waved to Espy, then reached for his apron and tied it on, a hand lifting to smooth his fluffy cat ears, and then hair. ... |
[This takes some liberties with time but...it's a freehouse play...]
Vox eyed the innkeeper, curious about his fuzzy ears. It was not the first time she had seen a semihuman being, or even a feline variant, but she was still new enough to the worlds of magic to find them strange. She scraped up the last of her soup, made with fresh potatoes - she guessed he grew them in the back yard - and said, "Thank you, this was delicious. How much do I owe you?" |
Michael nodded with a satisfied smile. "Yea, it was real comfy. Nicest room I been in in a while." He grinned, leaning back further in his chosen seat with a smirk. He did raise his eyebrows though, watching the very tired looking man putter about. "Y'ain't gonna ask me fer coin 'er nothin'?" He sounded surprised, shocked a little- honestly.
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Hearing a commotion outside the pub, Espy pulled up her hood and went to the door. After listening for a bit, she slipped outside.
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YOU! *grabs Espy* I've been looking for you!
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Vox, hearing the commotion, quietly stepped to the door. She gasped when she saw the heavily armored knight holding Espy. "You! I just saw you on the battlefield and you - " she stopped, massaging her shoulder where his blade had slashed. "What are you doing with the lady?"
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"Is'nt any of your concern Heathen! The lady an' I have buisness to deal with so just keep moving..."
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Vox sputtered, "Heathen?! ME?!" Dark religions got so pretentious. Vox wasn't the best fighter, but she was brave, and the basic martial arts and spells taught by the Divine captains had taken down many a Corrupt foe. She prepared a spell, all save the word which would trigger it, but paused to ask, "Miss, do you need help?"
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...t-single-1.jpg Rem was just about to tell Vox how much she owed for the soup when the commotion outside the front door caught his attention. He looked up, frowning at the figures seen through the blurred glass of the heavy front doors. They seemed to be arguing. He didn't follow Vox as she ran immediately to help, instead shooting Michael a look. "Wotch th' bar fehr me, mate," he growled and picked up a long cloth-wrapped item under the bar, heading outside. "Ho!" he said to the three as he stepped onto the stone entrance, shutting the door. "Wot's goin' on out 'ere?" He grinned at the gentleman then, grabbing a cup himself and moved to take a seat near Michael, pouring himself a cup of black gold and adding a sinful amount of cream and sugar. "Mikey it is then...Michael is much too formal fehr this place, t'be sure." He leaned back and blew gently on the coffee, watching the steam trail lazily in the air. "An' wot brings yeh out on such a dismal night [[or day whatever it is xD]] as this, mate?" He motioned towards Espy, indicating she could partake of the coffee as well, if she liked. ... |
(-snort- I am currently having my arm crushed by Cronis, if you haven't noticed.)
Espy growled, and was quite happy that she had put the blades on before she'd gone outside. In a low voice, she asked, "....What do you want from me?" |
*This fox-" *he jerked her into the lamp light* "has continued to pester my forces with tomatoes when we cross paths in our advances! I also believe she to be a pick-pocket...
he lied with a smirk* "Perhaps we should call the guards?" |
As Cronis yanked her into the light, a few vials few from beneath Espy's sash and shattered on the ground, splashing red and black liquids everywhere. My months of work! Espy thought, trying to wrench her arm from Cronis's grasp, to save her alchemical potions.
Suddenly she heard people from inside the bar rushing to the commotion and panicked; she couldn't risk being seen by guards. |
"What is this!?!" Cronis shouted as he avoided the liquids "Hey, get back here you Fox!" *he attempted the rush after her only to be swamped by the rush of patrons*
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Espy cast a glance back at Cronis, trying to decide whether to run or to somehow collect what remained of her vials. That split second of indecision cost her; looking backwards, she didn't notice until too late that she had run straight into a dead end. In desperation, she kicked off the wall and flapped her diminutive wings frantically.
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*Cronis grabbed her by her tail and pulled her back by to earth* Gotch!"
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"OW." In shock, Espy stopped trying to fly and landed in an ungraceful jumble back on the ground. "Shall I repeat myself again? What do you want? I can't give anything back; I never took anything in the first place."
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*Cronis aproached her and sheathed his blade, but held out his hand* "Your enchanted talismans, I am in need of them...please."
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Sheathed blade...? Strange. "Enchanted talismans. What for?"
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