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Post by Tash Romansage on Dec 7, 2005 0:08:18 GMT -5
A young girl of what appeared to be no older than 15 came through the door, a small smile on her young face. She was new to this place, having come from a distant place, and she did not yet know where everything was. This, apparently, was a tavern of sorts. She sat on a barstool, her feet not even touching the ground. "Barkeep, good sir? Might I inquire to thee a few questions, mayhaps?" She said, her odd form of speech showing clearly. The man was kind, and nodded. She asked him where the main points of the city were, and what was what, and who was who. With a smile, she thanked him.
"May I order a steak and a sip of milk to quench what hungers me?" He took the order, and began making it. As she waited, he girl round the tavern. There were many different types of people here. Some with exotic weapons, others with normal weapons, and even some without a weapon. Some had funny facial features, while others were so beautiful or hansome, it was hard to belive such a being even existed. Maybe another soul would come have a talk with her? She did not know. All she knew, was that she was mightily hungry, and the steak was smelling very fine by now as it cooked.
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Trixice
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Post by Trixice on Dec 7, 2005 4:45:38 GMT -5
Creak.
The door to the tavern opened, though over the noise inside it was hardly noticeable. A figure clad in a rugged apparel stepped inside on heavy boots, the folds of her cloak billowing out behind her as she walked. An old hat was pulled down to cover her features, black flicks of cropped straight hair peeked out under the brim by her cheeks.
Sliding easily onto a barstool, Trixice pressed her hand to the small skull on her necklace, her bare fingers brushing over it's eye sockets from the cut fingerholes of her glove. Studs of some animal's teeth adorned the necklace by the skull, with gold baubles pieced onto it here and there to catch anyone's eye.
Resting her elbows on the bartop, the woman parted her rusty-brown-painted lips and singaled to the bartender with a snap of painted-black nails. "Fireshot whisky, thanks sweet'art." She told him in a husky, yet suave voice. As she waited patiently for her drink, she raised the front edge of her hat and glanced sideways, her copper-gold eye spotting the other girl at the bar.
Dipping it forward in a silent greeting, she turned back to wait for her drink, the tattoo's around her eye and along her jawline catching the candlelight.
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Post by Tash Romansage on Dec 7, 2005 20:18:53 GMT -5
When the other's hat was bowed to her in greeting, Tash smiled and nodded her head in return. "Good day to ye, Ma'am." The young girl said politely. This person was dressed somewhat ... how would she put it....morbidly. The skull around her neck would instantly catch another's eye, and she was no exception, as her own stormy green eyes did wander to the woman's necklace. The animal teeth were not as disturbing, but they too would catch the eye of a passers by. Then, the tatoos on the other's face caught the light, and Tash saw them clearly.
"Those be interesting markings that adorn thine face, M'lady." She said, her voice still ringing with a polite tone. It was true. The marks WERE interesting, and Tash couldn't help but feel her eyes drawn to the girl's face now. Suddenly aware that she was being rude, she dipped her head in apology. "Forgive mine rude stares, Ma'am." Just then, her steak and milk arived. She paid the barkeep 10 gold peices. The meal was only 6, but she gave him a tip for being so nice to her.
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Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire
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Post by Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire on Dec 8, 2005 17:33:11 GMT -5
Saphira came into the tavern. She did not do this often, finding so many people in one room rather disconcerting. She did not like crowds very much. SHe spotted Trix immediately. She liked this young women who was one of the very few people she treated with admirationa dn talked to as an equal. She made her way to them and sat herself down. SHe smiled very slightly at Trix
They both knew words were unneccesary.
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Post by Trixice on Dec 10, 2005 9:16:38 GMT -5
Trixice nodded her head briefly as the girl greeted her in return, but she kept her gaze straight ahead, watching the barman prepare her drink. Although she didn't look sideways again, she could still feel eyes on her, and although it didn't bother her in the slightest, she had an uncanny urge to look back to the girl who'd greeted her with such a polite air about her.
"Those be interesting markings that adorn thine face, M'lady." Trixice heard, very clearly, though it took her a good few moments to realise it was she who was being spoken to. Slowly peeking sideways again under the brim of that old hat, she observed the girl for a moment, an unreadable expression on her features, before a light curve appeared in the corner of her lips, facing upward.
The girl blurted out an apology and Trixice wavered her fingers slightly as if to say don't wory about it, then she released a small sigh and spoke. "That's quite some manners you've got there darlin'." She said with a crooked smile, before the barman sauntered over and placed a bottle of transparant liquid in the bartop and a shotty glass before Trixice - it was whisky, and a hell of a strong one at that.
She thanked him and pushed eight gold coins into his hand, perhaps there was a tip in there, perhaps she was just expensive - her eyes certainly looked solid gold. Suddenly the door opened again, and as Trixice poured herself a shot of the ale she glanced to her other side and saw the mage she'd seen many a times. The corner of her lips slid skyward again, a very twisted smile she mastered, and oh so unreadable.
Turning back to her beverage, she inhaled the tasty smell of well-cooked steak, and rest the bottle back on the wooden bartop with a dull thud. Taking a short breath and closing her piercing eyes, she brought the shotty glass to her lips and cocked her head back, letting the burning sensation of a thousand needles fly down the inside of her throat.
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Post by Tash Romansage on Dec 10, 2005 14:04:09 GMT -5
Tash blushed slightly. She HAD been complimented on her manners befor, make no mistake, but not by one to whom she did not even know her name! This girls exterior looked gloomy, yet she felt that a kind spirit was housed and nestled inside that exterior. And besides...her hat rocked. No doubt about it, that hat was amazing.
"I...thank you, m'lady." Was all she could say. She didn't take compliments too well, for she was such a modest thing. Her father had told her never to brag or be conceited, so she never did. Within that was born a sence of modesty, making it hard for her to take compliments. When the other girl came to sit near them, it appeared that the two knew each other. "Greetings be to thee, Ma'am." She said, once again bowing her head in respect. It was always respect with her, that was her biggest thing.
Now it was time to eat. She turned to her steak, her deliciously cooked steak. With her knife, she cut peices...and some were a bit large. She DID have impecible table manners...but she really loved meat, so sometimes she got carried away. A large smile was plastered all over her face. Steak and milk...the only thing that would make this better was potatoes. Still, she couldn't complain. The girl was new here, and she wold take what she could get, however measily. But this steak...Lord above! It was delicious!
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Post by Trixice on Dec 12, 2005 6:52:15 GMT -5
Trixice stared aimlessly into the transparant liquid inside the whisky bottle, her fingers toying with the dyed-purple feather hanging as one of her many adornments off the right-hand side-brim of her hat. The soft texture of the feather led Trixice to sigh, but she soon neglected it's touch and pressed her fingers against the cold exterior of the shotty glass again.
The girl thanked her, she had heard, but she did not need to turn and acknowledge it. How was one to acknowledge a thanks? Trixice surely didn't know. In the sidelong reflection of her whisky bottle, Trixice could see the pieces of steak being cut up carefully by the girl; clearly educated in manners. She smirked a fond smirk at this, but remained silent.
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Post by Tash Romansage on Dec 16, 2005 4:49:57 GMT -5
"This is very fine steak!" Tash commented to the barkeep as he tottered past her while serving another guest. He turned to her, smiled, bowed his hat a little bit, and went about his way. Tash was not a slow eater, but she did not wolf down her meal either. She made sure she enjoyed it, right down to the last mourcle of meat, the last drop of milk.
She took a small swill from her mug, making sure she did not obtain the infamous 'Milk Mustache'. Once everything had been finished, the barkeep came by and picked up the empty mug and steakless plate. She smiled, for that meal had definately filled her young stomach up!
Glancing to the side, she saw the beverage of choice of the other girl. A small, gentle smile passed upon her visage as she looked at the other. "That's some mighty strong drink ye be choosing, M'lady." Tash recognized it. One man she had known had grown up on the stuff. "Could tranquil a stoutly boar, that could!" Tash was trying to make light conversation....besides...she liked this woman. She was different.
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Post by Trixice on Dec 16, 2005 7:28:29 GMT -5
Trixice moved one of her nails to the skull on her necklace, tapping nail against bone in repetition; a song playing in her head as she did so. Pouring another shot as she did so, she skulled it down swiftly, measuring now that half the bottle was gone. Her nail stopped tapping and reached up to pull her hat down a little more.
The whisky was very strong indeed, something similar to absinthe. Trixice heard the girl's comment on this and nodded, but when she mentioned a stoutly boar, the woman's head snapped to the side with a sharp look her her copper eye before she realised the girl had been referring to a boar, not calling her one. She nodded again, relaxing her gaze.
The gentle lull of the tavern was soothing Trixice's ears, and her vision was slipping into a very, very faint blur; enough to blend table legs to the floor, and the whisky glass to the bartop; but not enough to be drunk. It was relaxing really, and it was the perfect state Trixice had been aiming for. Capping the top of the bottle, she opened the side of her cloak and slid it into an inside pocket.
"It could." She said suddenly, replying to the girl's comment about the boar. "Or enough of it could kill it." She added, raising her piercing gaze again with a crafty smirk. She slipped a coin out of the pocket on the outside of her cloak and began flipping it between the gaps of her fingers, making sure she wasn't intoxicated beyond the point of hand-eye coordination.
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Post by Tash Romansage on Dec 17, 2005 0:57:20 GMT -5
Tash smiled humourously. "I see ye be a careful drinker. Thats the way a drinker should be....my brother used to perform that clever trick that ye be doing with that coin, M'lady. Th' only difference was that he used a knife. If he was not able to catch the knife by the handle, he would legally pronounce himself dead drunk." This brought an even larger smile to her features. Of course, she was not refering to her real brother. Her real brother had been lost to her....instead, she refered to one of her friends at the church, where she called everyone brother, sister, father, and mother.
"Kill it, aye? I've never really thought of it that way, M'lady." Tash said meekly. The very idea of killing appauled her. She did not like killing, nor did she like fighting. Yet she did both in her line of work. Her face seemed to fall at even the slightest mention of death and killing.
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