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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Nov 9, 2010 18:28:01 GMT -5
He chuckled, "Long chats aren't so bad. At least, not with a decent topic." He glanced at the trio again, before looking back to the bartender with an amiable shrug. "Pointless curiosity. The young woman stands out immediately in that dress, she could even be noble for all I know. Though I suppose more people would react if a noble lady trudged in to a tavern." They weren't exactly the usual patronage, "And the other two stand out in their own way." He felt bad for the kid, looked a bit overwhelmed by the attention.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 9, 2010 19:25:20 GMT -5
“Sure, sure,” Malcolm agreed, shrugging. He risked a glance in that direction just in time for Travis to give the least polite introduction Malcolm had ever heard in his entire life, including the undead portion. The rest of the stranger’s comments flew straight over his head.
“Of course,” he said, barely turning back to look at him. “Well then, I’ll be back with your drink in a bit.”
He turned back towards the bar, this time making sure to swing near Travis, lean over and mutter, “Travis, if you can’t take orders in a polite, dignified, and sophisticated manner, you can go clean the rooms upstairs. I’m sure they could stand a dusting.”
Leaving it at that (for the time being), he continued straight past, not even glancing at Draven or Gwennie or their poor hapless victim. He slid behind the bar, poured out one apple raspberry cider, then made his way back to the stranger’s table through a path that strayed far from the vampire-table.
“There you are,” he said, setting the glass down. “Anything else?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 9, 2010 21:42:11 GMT -5
"2 glasses of rums and a mead coming up," Travis repeated as he walked to the bar to get the drinks. As he went over to the bar, Malcolm muttered to him to do his job correctly or he'll had to clean the upstairs. Travis wanted to punch him in the face, but knew that would only make the terms worse from him. The ranger submitted to his demands to be a better host.
As soon as he filled the glasses up with the apporiate liquids, Travis went over to serve the strangers their drinks with the most artifical smile he could make. It seems the boy was still uncomfortable with the two strangers surrounding him. Of course, he would be creeped out too if somebody was glazing at you with an awkward smile. He set the drinks down on the table ad asked in a happier (but fake) tone, "Anything else I could do you you?"
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 10, 2010 21:09:22 GMT -5
Stella smiled and thought for a moment at Lorin's question.
"Well...I definitely used to be a local, but...I moved a while ago. I would still consider myself one, though, because of how often I travel through here." She looked around at all the people and realized that she didn't recognize anyone but Draven and Malcolm...Malcolm? What was he doing here?
Her realization brought on a few disappointed emotions and more wishful thinking about going back to the Human cities...it would never happen, though...
"What about yourself? Are you local to these parts?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 10, 2010 21:09:38 GMT -5
Draven shrugged his shoulders, retracting his hand and resting both of his hands in his lap. He turned away from the boy, sensing he was feeling rather nervous under his bronze gaze. And with a chuckle, he allowed himself to scan the room as if occupying himself elsewhere to make it less awkward. Though he didn't understand since when you were talking to someone, weren't you supposed to look at them? He shrugged again and caught the timid question. "Nah," he answered, glancing at Lorin, though only for a moment. "I've been staying here, just around Cados while I'm working. I'll move on when the work begins to thin out a bit."
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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Nov 11, 2010 3:28:42 GMT -5
Shadi watched the bartender leave, noting with amusement that the man returned by the path that gave the two 'talkers' the widest birth possible. He smiled, accepting his drink. "Nothing else. How much do I owe you?" He might have liked to say more, but he couldn't think of any question, and with the way Malcolm went about, he didn't seem keen on a conversation anyway. He dug his fingers into the coin purse on his belt, not needing to look down and check a gold coin from a copper as he produced his best guess at the price Malcolm would ask for.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 11, 2010 18:25:23 GMT -5
When Draven and Stella seemed to be glancing somewhere else, Lorin resisted the temptation to look over his shoulder. What were they looking at now? “Really? What’s your business?” he asked Stella and Draven. When Stella asked his own question back, Lorin paused. He hadn’t actually thought about crafting a backstory before… Well, he had, but he couldn’t really think of anything beforehand. He thought that it might all flow naturally in conversation. So… he shook his head and let the first thing he thought of come out of his mouth. “No. I’m just a traveler. I don’t really have a place anywhere.”
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 11, 2010 20:09:23 GMT -5
Malcolm shrugged. “I’d say a few gold coins should cover it.” Absently, he glanced around the room, flinching when he thought he met Stella’s gaze. With any luck, she and Draven would just stick to tormenting their flustered friend. He turned back to the stranger, hesitated a moment, then decided to let curiosity get the better of him. “Are you gonna go join their chat?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 11, 2010 21:45:02 GMT -5
Assuming everyone got what they wanted for they were ignoring him, Travis said with a grin, "If you need me, just give me a shout." And then he promptly left. Figuring there was nothing else to do, Travis continued to shine the mugs at the bar. Still, he figured he should keep an eye on the conversation between the kid and the two older strangers.
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 13, 2010 11:08:33 GMT -5
Stella cocked her head a little at his answer. A traveler...it just didn't seem right. Something was familiar about this boy, but his answers just didn't add up. She couldn't think of any traveler boy named...what was it? Tier Findlyn. What a strange name...
"A traveler, eh? Well, you must have originated from somewhere. Where might that place be?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 13, 2010 16:46:00 GMT -5
Draven was getting bored. The conversation was about information that he (and the boy) really didn't feel like coughing up. So, with his mug of rum in hand, he stood and moved away, the soft clanks beneath his cloak sounding as he did. Now he was focused on Malcolm. Maybe he would actually say something that wasn't meant to pry information. Sighing, he approached the owner of the tavern and the man he was talking to. "Malcolm," he greeted, nodding his head, smiling again. "Who's the help? He's a bit... disinterested in his job." He chuckled, bronze eyes gazing toward Travis for a moment before returning to Malcolm.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 13, 2010 17:50:27 GMT -5
((Whoops, I meant to include Travis in my last post! Sorry! ^^; ))
Everything together just became so strange. First Lorin looked up and watched Draven stand up and leave when asked of his business. Well… that usually didn’t denote something pleasant. And, now that he thought about it, Stella hadn’t answered the question either! Lorin furrowed his brows slightly. And the incessant questioning….
"What do you want from me?" he suddenly asked, his tone defensive. "Are you and your friend thinking to ambush me when I leave the tavern? It would be a good target, some boy traveling alone to some country he’s never been to before, huh? Well it’s not going to work. Do you think I’m stupid?" He stood up then, taking his drink before he walked with purpose over to another small empty table, pointedly across the room. He could never relax, could he?
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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Nov 13, 2010 18:41:04 GMT -5
Shadi handed over the coins for Malcolm, shrugging a beet sheepishly, "I wasn't planning on it." He looked up with some surprise when one of the two left their 'victim's' table and sauntered over. He sipped his cider, watching Draven try to draw Malcolm in to conversation. He took the lack of even a polite nod his way as something of a dismissal, and glanced around the room for something more welcoming to shift his attention too.
Shadi found himself chuckling as the boy left his table for one quite farther away. What had the woman said to ruffle the boy up so much? He stood up, figuring he might as go over and find out. He headed over to the boy's new table, asking with a curious smile, "May I sit? Or have you had enough of company?"
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 13, 2010 20:33:05 GMT -5
Suddenly, Draven stood up to leave, and Stella only watched as he left her with the boy. At first, she thought that only having one person to question him would make things better, but then the boy rampaged and stormed away from the table. Stella debated running after him. She couldn't just let him get away! There was really something that she needed to know about him! What was that familiarity? It seemed to grow stronger with his answers, but her mind said that he wasn't familiar at all...
Right when she turned to stand, another man walked up to her and asked to sit. He had long blonde hair and well-defined features. Stella wasn't too sure if this man was a human or not, but she could guess that he wasn't a werecreature, so she nodded and turned back towards the table.
"Of course, sir, sit. A girl can never have too much company," she said sarcastically as she rested her head on her hand in disappointment.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 13, 2010 20:59:35 GMT -5
Malcolm heard the faint clinking approach him, but he absently passed it off as the stranger’s coins until one of the two voices he hadn’t wanted to hear today spoke his name. Silently, Malcolm wished he could be back in time, back when Travis hadn’t been a thorn in his side and Draven had been too solemn and solitary to do anything but raise his hand for a drink.
“That,” he said, deciding that while he wasn’t going to be Draven’s best friend, he could at least take the chance for a nice complaining, “would be Travis. He destroyed the upper floor and couldn’t pay for it, so he’s working here until he can.”
He spared a glance back at the table. His working excuse had already picked up and left. (A quick glance around the bar showed him that Draven and Gwennie’s ‘friend’ had learned his lesson and left, and Sir Raspberry had followed to find his own conversation.) Malcolm decided he could chat a bit, but if the topic went to the pacifist’s perspective on revolution, he’d invent a reason to leave. “Was there anything you needed?”
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