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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 26, 2018 15:16:08 GMT -6
Featuring Andrastre & Sinarin
Setting An Inn at the Point, early evening.
Plot Andraste, freshly bruised and beat up, has made her bed at one of the various taverns that litter Hireath. She's drinking away all the pain coursing through her body, trying to forget the fact that she almost lost a contract today. Is it the bits of blood in her hair what attracts your attention? Is it the still open cuts and scrapes? Or is in the fact that she is downing drink after drink. Whatever it is, you've decided to join her- entirely against her wishes, but she did look rather lonely.
The sun was beginning to lower along its path, falling toward the horizon and casting longer and longer shadows. A rumble within his guy agreed with the celestial body, that it was time to find some grub and perhaps a soft bed for the night. Ah, a bed. Not a cold camp beneath the starry sky, that's all he could think of right now. And the promising silhouette of a building in the distance caused the stallion to pick up his pace, spirit refreshed with a second wind to bring him to his destination.
With a sigh of relief, the thief entered the inn, sharp silver eyes shifting about to take note of anything of importance. He didn't see any troublesome types, but his attention did halt upon one feathered resident, a pretty young palomino with colorful wings. But what really caught his attention was how scratched up she looked, and seemed to be well into her cups. As he tred closer he caught sight of bits of dried blood in her light colored hair, long face reflecting a desire for solitude. Well, if that wasn't a mare who wished to drink herself to sleep, he'd be a monkey's uncle.
"Well now, dove, what's got you so down? How about a charming companion to help cheer ya up?" Sinarin commented as he took a seat beside her with a wink and a nod toward the innkeeper who started to make his way toward them again.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 26, 2018 15:59:00 GMT -6
Andraste; Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
A loud groan had left Andraste's lips when she finally managed to sip a few ounces of her drink- it all burnt on the way down and the liquid that seeped into the cuts on her lips was far from pleasurable. But she doesn't stop drinking. She chugs down mug after mug, with no real signs of stopping anytime soon.
Her ears swivel back towards the sound of a voice, and her mood only worsens even more at the idea of being bothered. What else could go wrong today? First, she almost lets a contract slip from her grasps and now someone feels the urge to harass her. At first, she doesn't say anything, only turning her head slightly to the side- wincing at the scratches that stretched as she moved her head around. Her lips pull down into a deep frown before she quickly snaps her head back around, this time to movement causes a few of the scratches to pull from their scabbed state.
"What's it to ya?" Her words drip with venom and she takes a few more sips of her drink- trying to dull the annoyance and irritation that was rushing through her.
Others only really approached her with wishes of someone being taken out. And those people often approached with shards or other various ways of paying her, and this fool seemed to have neither on him. What a waste of her breath even speaking to him.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 26, 2018 16:49:56 GMT -6
Sinarin "A gentleman always tries to comfort a lady in need, don't cha know," Sinarin replied with a quick and easy grin as he studied her. She looked even worse for wear up close, covering in scratches that looked welt like, some of them scabbed over and some not--the ones that weren't were probably because she kept moving and not letting the blood clot properly. Oh, she was a right mess. "A round for us both, please. Oh, an' some o' that delightful smelling stew," the thief ordered when the innkeeper drew near, pulling the required shards from his saddlebag and passing them across the counter with a shimmer of silver teke. "I bet you came right on in here and started drinking, without a care for your stomach, didn't ya, love?" the stallion inquired, quirking his brow. He kept up the easy banter, ignoring the palpable aura of 'fuck off' that she emanated, just like he usually did. "What happened to ya, by the way? It looks like you tried to kiss a bramble patch, and I'm sure there's lots of equines who'd have let you kiss 'em instead, my dear." This time his quick grin held a note of wickedness to it, as he reached out absently to snag the mug passed his way and took a long pull. "Ah, that hits the spot just right. Well, one of 'em," he added with a lewd chuckle. Post 2 | WC 237 |
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 26, 2018 21:31:58 GMT -6
Andraste;Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
The shards catch her attention. Those damned things would always be able to pull her from her thought as she watches him pass the currency over towards the innkeeper. Part of her tells her not the take the drink, both nothing looks wrong about it so she gladly takes it and downs it without much thought; she only glares at the stew from the corner of her eyes. What did he think she was trying to do? She was here to drink herself close to death- anything to forget about what had happened and at the thought, an old scar along her cheek begins to itch.
Andraste's lips turn down into a deep frown at the word 'love'- frankly, she didn't enjoy being called that but she could already sense that there would be nothing she could say to get him to stop.
"Keep talking and you might find out," She groans, rolling her eyes at his comments. If he didn't shut up and continued with calling her pet names, she certainly wouldn't hesitate from tackling him to the ground. "No of this came from kissing. Change a few letters in that word and you'll get your answer," She spits at him. The more irritated she gets, the thicker her Onean accent comes out.
She snaps her head away from looking at him, her curls separate and specks of blood fall from her locks onto the floor. She should've cleaned herself off before walking in here, but she assumed the blood and scratches would ward everyone away from her. It seems she was wrong. She lets an even louder groan fall from her lips; just trying to get the point across of how annoyance and disgusted she was by this whole ordeal.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 27, 2018 12:19:01 GMT -6
"Well then, guess I'll just have to keep chattering the pretty lady up. Sounds like a promise to me!" Sinarin replied with a wink, nudging the stew towards her. Oh, he had seen her eyeing the shards, and she looked just like he imagined he did after failing a heist - miserable and just wanting to drink himself to oblivion. Which is why he knew she'd better get something into her stomach, because from he could blearily remember of the next mornings -- he generally wished he'd really died just so the pain would do away. And it didn't help that he didn't have any more shards to acquire the drink to then meet that oblivion.
The question was, what trade was this feisty, northern mare part of?
"Killing, eh?" It had taken him a minute, but he figured out her meaning quick enough. Especially when more blood flakes fell to the counter and floor about her when she moved. "Ya know, that's not the most attractive look ya could be sporting, love. Blood doesn't do it for everyone. Where'd ya pick it all up from?" He kept probing, even when that audible sound of annoyance left her throat. It wasn't going to deter him in the least, and really only fired his curiosity about what her other groans might sound like.
It was really no wonder she had wings though, she sounded like quite a sinner. Was this only a continuation of her past life then? Or perhaps the past one hadn't been so bad, but she was delving fully into the realm of sin in this one. He supposed it really didn't matter. The current life you were living was really the only one you could concern yourself with...though Sinarin was very sure he'd have wings in his next life in trade for everything he'd done in this one. But, oh, was it fun.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 28, 2018 13:55:12 GMT -6
Andraste;Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
She only mumbles under her breath at his words, looking even more irritated that she already was- why couldn't he just leave her alone? What was he gaining out of harassing her? The only thing she could think of was a quick butt to his face with her wings if he continued on like this. Did people have no common decency to leave others to enjoy their own drinks? In the gods' name, Andraste just wanted so peace.
"What I chose to look like is no concern of yours," Andraste barks out, lips turning down into an even deeper frown as a long irritated sigh falls from her lips. Peace and quite seemed so hard to find wherever she went. "Ya know, most people don't harass someone covered in blood." She rolls her eyes so hard that it could be heard if it was possible, "I guess you just have a death wish."
And like she would tell him where she got all this from. Most people were smart enough to recognize the primary colored pegasus as someone who took the lives of others for a handful of shards. Escorting jobs had never been one of her strong suits, so she stuck to the dark side of slitting throats and breaking bones.
"Information like that is only spared for shards," She snorts. It was true. Andraste rarely shared anything along the sorts of that without having shards to make up for the information lost. Her name, what she did and everything along those lands were kept for those who could pry her mouth open with the jingling of shards.
This stallion seemed as if he wasn't looking to hire their services. So why would they continue to bother them?
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jan 30, 2018 13:38:53 GMT -6
"As a matter of fact, a lady all covered in scratches and blood does tend to concern me. And don't worry, I don't have a death wish. If I did, it'd just end up with me looking like you. Covered in blood with wings," Sin replied chattily, casting her a wink to take any sting from his words. "Consider me an adrenaline junkie, my dear," he added, as clarification for her assumption regarding his motives. Indeed, he lived for the steal and the get away, when his blood was pumping and senses heightened beyond the normal, the thrill of making off with a score. Hearing howls of anger and wails of bereavement about some cherished item found missing only added to the spice of his occupation.
"Did you hit your noggin, love? I think you just happily drank some of my shards. And there's more sitting right in front of ya, too," the thief reminded his companion with a quirked brow, gesturing toward the bowl of stew. With a chuckle, he turned to casually spoon up some of his own, clearly intending to ignore her continual looks and general mannerisms of 'leave me the fuck alone you weirdo'. "Mmm, this really is good stuff," Sin muttered to himself, chasing down the stew with more ale from his mug.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Jan 31, 2018 21:53:12 GMT -6
Andraste;Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
Andraste looks at her empty mug, neatly trimmed eyebrows going down into a furrow and her lips turned down into an even deeper frown- he had a point there. But they would be damned if they were drinking any of that stew he bought. A defeated groan falls from her lips as she tosses her blonde curls out from in front of her face- quickly letting her dark teke form her forelock into a bun.
"What are you getting at?" Andraste decided to lower her tone a little bit, glancing around the Inn at the other patrons that had called this shelter for the day. The Merc assumed that there was something more to this. If he really was just harassing her for the sake of just annoying the shit out of her then this was starting to get old really fast.
"Got a problem?" She tacks on quickly. Now turning her irritation and anger into a possible way of getting a job. Anything to help her get shards for the much-needed medicine and necessities that her mother required. All of this had been done for her mother; the blood in her hair, the scraps, and bruises that plagued their light coat. Her mother was the reason why she had beat that contract's face in so severely. Out of fear that the contract might have survived her attack... she also did worse things. The contract she was given wouldn't see the light of day again.
The Merc forces herself from her thoughts as she glances back over to the stallion, eyebrow cocked up into a questioning manner. She wouldn't turn him away anymore if he had shards to give her, but there was something in the back of her mind that screamed 'he just wants to harass you'.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 7, 2018 11:01:21 GMT -6
The thief had to admit, this mare was definitely not of the friendly variety. He was starting to wonder if there was a civil bone in her body. "Ya really aren't going to eat that?" Sinarin inquired, quirking a brow before flicking his tail. "Well, whatever. Your lose, my stomach's gain," he replied, sounding jovial as he pulled the bowl carefully closer with silver teke. Many a night saw him eating hard tubers beneath the stars, so he wasn't opposed to a belly full of hot food and ale, a proper food coma and a bed to relax and restore himself.
"I'm not getting at anything, love. I was just checking on someone who looked like they could use it," the dual colored stallion admitted honestly, not at all surprised when she turned the encounter into job seeking. Mercs didn't get anywhere if they weren't resourceful and easily bounced back. They were kin with thieves in that way.
A wicked grin touched lips and brought a light to the stallion's eyes as he continued to idly drink the stew. "So you'll only chat with me if I can offer a job, eh?" he asked, tone innocent enough as his mind worked. As it happened, there might be a way he could use a good merc for a heist he'd been toying with doing. Perhaps this pegasus could do the trick. But he wasn't about to just offer up that information without making her work for it.
"The name's Sinarin, by the way," he added, glancing sideways at his companion with another quick grin. "Figured you outa know the name of the fella you might be working with."
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Feb 8, 2018 18:21:59 GMT -6
Andraste; Vagabond | Mercenary
"The moon is my sun. The night is my day.
Blood is my life and you are my prey."
Andraste is glad to see that damn blow of stew pulled away from in front of them- took the idiot of a soul sitting next to her long enough to realize there was no way in Alya's name that they would eat any of that. Mother's stew was much better anyway, they think- averting eye contact with the stallion as she listens to him go down a long spill all over again.
By Alya, he sure loved to talk. And what is with this 'love' bullshit? Their lips pulled down into a soft frown, nothing too noticeable but Andraste is more than certain a negative vibe is radiating off of her.
Now it seemed Andraste had managed to sway the conversation in a more desirable way for themselves. Pale grey eyes watch the empty mug in front of them with this strange fascination as the stallion's words carry through their ears.
"Andraste," The Pegasus finally mumbles out, lips still turned down into a soft scowl as if this conversation was still bothering them. But that's how Andraste always was and they will probably always remain that way. A little cold and not particularly ever being fond of others around them. Th young Merc had a guard up almost 24/7 as if the Pegasus was waiting for something to jump out at them at any moment.
"So now you wanna offer work?" Andraste sighs, hoping that this can turn into something more than being harassed by a stranger.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 17, 2018 19:45:08 GMT -6
Well, it seemed like this bird was never going to warm up to him. Really though, that didn't bother the stallion in the least. He was used to hanging around where he wasn't wanted and he brushed off her dark aura easily. After all, he wasn't feeling threatened or like he was about to be shanked inside the inn.
"Well now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Sin remarked, grinning as the pegasi gave up her name, albeit in an entirely 'I don't want to' manner. "Hey now, maybe that was my plan from the beginning. Guess you'll never know though, oh ye of few words," the thief rebutted, chuckling to himself and acting entirely the opposite of serious. "As it happens, I've always got an eye for future jobs and equines who could give me a hoof with 'em. However, you'll have to tell me how you screwed up your last job and why. I don't take anybody who's likely to get me caught or killed, dove," Sinarin added, quirking a brow her way as he tucked happily into his second bowl of stew. With a wave of his hoof, he summoned the bartender over and ordered himself a second drink, though this time his companion was on her own.
And if she wanted a chance to do a job with him, oh he was going to get that info he'd sat down to originally ask her about. Funny how things worked out that way, he thought to himself, chuckling.
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