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 Fantasy  Group Roleplay Demonic Bounty: rebooted (Abialla: Katerina, Lo Debale, and InfernoLucien)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Abialla, Sep 5, 2018.

  1. Abialla

    Abialla Divine Rose Member

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    The large red headed man went crashing into the table behind Diego with a loud crash. The table broke beneath the man’s weight, unable to sustain the impact of that much mass. He was down for the count when his head hit the ground with a loud thunk, knocking him unconscious. The other two men, though they feebly attempted at tag-teaming the gambler, met a fate not too different from their friend’s. While they were not left unconscious, the man with the now broken knee could only limp around, and the other just held his face for a bit while blood pooled between his fingers and dropped to the ground below from his broken nose. The man who had initiated the flirtation with Loretta had figurative red in his eyes as he leered at him. While Diego’s attention was elsewhere, the man threw himself at him. His fists were flying and a few times his hands were opened like claws for his uncut nails to scratch about like a wild animal. Just like an animal he was practically frothing at the mouth, pissed for not only the gambler hurting his friends, but getting in his way. The alcohol had only amplified these emotions and left him ruthless in his actions, screaming as he thrashed at him.

    As the fight continued, many of the patrons fled, running past Loretta and her “friend” and some even climbing out of windows, for fear of being pulled into the skirmish and compromising their health. The bartender and the waitresses ran into the kitchen and closed the door behind them. Others stayed in the tavern and huddled into a corner table to give the men room while they bet on who would win, cheering all the while on their favored horse. Of the ones who stayed was the rich lord, who could only laugh at the brawl, finding the whole thing droll. Though he couldn’t help but wonder how well the cat-eyed man would fair if it were not for the minstrel’s magic. With a smirk on his face, he stood up from his seat and stepped over the knocked-out man’s head, taking care not to trip on the debris and collateral damage on his way towards the stage. With his focus on the bard, he noticed his eyes focused elsewhere from the fight. He glanced over his shoulder to see that he was staring at Loretta and one of the sleezeballs. His smirk disappeared from his face for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to Donovan, the smile having returned. As he approached the stage, he got a better look at the man. Why hadn’t he noticed him before? Perhaps because he had not been playing his enchanting music, he mused. Upon getting closer, he pulled out of a small pocket hidden in his vest another gold coin. Palming the small piece of metal, keeping it out of sight, he took a step onto the low stage and softly placed a hand on his shoulder, taking care not to interrupt his playing. He whispered in his ear, slipping the coin in his pocket, along with a small piece of paper, without his notice, “if you ever need anything, perhaps a hot meal, let me know.” His breath smelled of berries, from the drink he had consumed before, as he spoke. “The name is Rufus.” He gave him a wink and a smile and stepped off the stage before Donovan could say anything in response to him.

    He sauntered off towards the door, taking one last glance at the bard, and then another at Diego, before making his way towards Loretta and her pursuer. His eyes narrowed in their direction brushing past them before disappearing into the night as the rest of the townsfolk had done. The pursuer, stayed put right where he was, but his drowsiness deepened. He didn’t know what happened, but when Loretta touched his head and face, a sense of lifelessness filled him as the edges of his vision began to darken and blur. “Y-you.....now....wha...” he couldn’t even make a single cohesive sentence as his center of gravity shifted around him. He reached out his free arm towards the girl in one last desperate attempt to grab what he wanted, only to lose his balance entirely and fall onto her.
     
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  2. InfernoLucien

    InfernoLucien Gentleman Bastard Member

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    With two of his opponents dispatched, Diego chanced a glance at the door to see if the lady had safely made it outside, only to notice with some dismay that one of the thugs had managed to sneak past him and cut her off. However, he couldn't help but watch as she touched the side of the man's head and put him in some kind of trance before he simply crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Diego's distraction cost him, his attention stolen back by a raging shout. He turned back to the fight just in time to take two punches to the jaw, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth immediately following. Fortunately, the blows were wild and glancing, the man simply trying to land as many hits as possible without worrying about what they actually did. Diego's arms came up to defend himself, watching the man through his defenses until he spotted a hole in his attack. The open handed scratch came, much wider and slower than a straight punch, and Diego went to catch the arm, intending to swing his other arm from underneath and dislocate the man's elbow before driving his own elbow into his face. Nothing meant to be permanently crippling, just a lesson in respect.

    His attention back on the fight, and clearly no reason to worry about the lady any longer, Diego kept one eye on the remaining thug, almost daring him to try and succeed where at least two others had miserably failed.
     
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  3. Katerina

    Katerina Perfectly Normal Member

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    Loretta’s hands released the man’s neck when she heard the ruckus behind her, the shuffling of footsteps and yelling drawing too close for her comfort. Her hands disappeared back into her cloak and she held a simple smile, feigning innocence as the man’s eyes seemed to lose focus though they remained on her. His pupil seemed enlarged, too much so for a well-lit tavern like this one. It was only after the crowd had rushed past him did he begin to tilt and sway, his mind seeming to slowly let go of whatever will it had left to keep him standing.

    Her eyes only left this man for a second, following the last fellow out the door. She didn’t recognize his clothing, though she had noticed him earlier at the table with the gambling fighter. There was something about him that seemed familiar, though she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. Her thoughts were interrupted though when her ‘companion’ mumbled something unintelligible and reached out in her direction. Oh right, she thought as she stepped backwards and away from him, I still have to deal with this guy. Dodging his arm didn’t put enough distance between the two of them, because he suddenly lurched forward, all but crashing into Loretta. A scowl crossed her features as she found herself suddenly and deeply annoyed at how all this was for naught. She wasn’t pulling a meal out of their bodies or sealing the fate of their souls, not that they needed much help sinning their way to hell anyways.

    Alright there, fella,” she groaned as she struggled to hold the weight of the heavyset. While he leaned on her though, her free hand fumbled his waist, prodding for anything of use: a blade, some coin, anything. They were too close anyways for someone to notice, she hoped; besides, her owed her one for not giving an apology, if he made it through the night. Her touch was probably too heavy-handed, as there was deep-rooted annoyance at him and the gang he was with.

    Rolling him back, she let him drop to the floor with an audible thump, and turned her attention back to the man that was probably the most deserving of her annoyance. He looked crazed, his arms and hands flailing about as he threw literally every bit of himself at the gambler. A sense of pity floated over Loretta for a split second before it was replace by devious intent as she made her way back to the fuming man and the target he’d bloodied. She owed the latter a favor and though she was more than a few steps away from the angry, emboldened man who had been the first to approach her, she had an idea. Her lips rounded into a clear, high-pitched whistle to divide the fuming man’s attention.
     
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  4. Lo DeBale

    Lo DeBale Slapstick Cenobite Member

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    Donovan smiles as five rowdies become three and then two during the scuffle with the gambler. The stranger was handling himself well though that was thanks in no small part to the blessings of the bard's music. Donovan knew the fight was a sure thing for him and turned his attention back over to the harlott and the suitor she deserved at the door. What he saw was an unmistakable sight: magic at work. Her would be lover lolled about on his feet before falling into her as he lost consciousness shortly after her touch. Great Donovan thought as he watched the scene play out, extending the song he was casting his magic through with a drawn out chorus. The cunt has spells. I hate witches!

    The bard's thoughts and attention were diverted somewhat by the handsome noble who approached him and spoke to him from behind whike tucking a little tip into his pocket. Donovan shuddered ever so slightly at the man's closeness and a smirk built on his face as he sang. He nodded to the man and offered him a more then friendly wink as he left. Rufus huh? He thought as he watched him leave paying particular attention to the nobles well toned ass as he walked. It had been ages since the last time he enjoyed attention of such a handsome rich boy. Ages ago, another lifetime ago Donovan had enjoyed a secret affair with the son of a duke and thanks to his brief encounter with this Rufus he was hit with a wave of nostalgia. Fancy oils, expensive feasts in between sessions of furious fucking upon silk sheets in sprawling mansions, oh he could definately think of a few things Rufus could do for him...

    Then, as soon as the thought popped into his head it was replaced with jaded cynicism. Lust that had tried to rise up became drowned in depression as Donovan just couldn't manage to hold onto that feeling. His song then stopped abruptly and with it left the blessings he was giving the gambler and the curse he placed on the enraged rowdy that remained. "What's the point..." Donovan says under his breath, more to himself then to anyone else as any sembalance of false joy leaves his face. His act, for the moment, abandoned for a more genuine expression of cold lament. Stone faced, he takes his seat upon the stage once again and places his lute in his lap while watching the woman step into the fray to back up the gambler against the one remaining shitheel hoping the spectacle will distract him from that aching pit of emotional hollowness in his gut but knowing full well that it won't.
     
  5. Abialla

    Abialla Divine Rose Member

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    With two men knocked out, two men slowed from both pain and Donovan’s spell, and the last one feral in his attacks, a few groans could be heard from the far table. Seemed a few of the patrons who bet on the five would win felt their money slipping from them. Only two voices laughed in response, clapping hands with each other at the wave of riches they were to expect at the conclusion of this bar fight. The stakes raised even higher when the “damsel in distress” made her way back into the fray once again.

    The group huddled closer in anticipation as they watched the patchy-bearded welp wail in pain from the broken elbow. He threw his head back and lurched away from the gambler, just barely inadvertently dodging the incoming elbow. Clutching his arm with his good hand, he growled at Diego ready to throw himself at him again, only to have his attention pulled elsewhere. His eyes caught Loretta’s instantly. “You fucking wench! If you just left with us when I asked you to none of this would have happened!” He gestured to the tavern that had emptied of most of its patrons and workers, the injured drunkards (the two of which that were still conscious quietly making their way towards Diego from behind him), the group of gamblers huddled in the corner, and the sad bard sitting alone with no tune to his song. “This is your fault!” He pointed and spat at her before charging past Diego to tackle her to the ground. The other two men with the limp leg and broken nose got close enough to grab Diego, each one holding an arm from behind and taking care to keep their faces out of reach of his head.

    “Go! Go! Take her down!”

    “Yeah! You show her!”

    The men cheered on their friend as their grips on the gambler’s arms tightened, intending to cut off his circulation. The original slime that had initiated all of this screamed as he jumped at Loretta, arms outstretched towards her, with hopes of taking her down and taking what he wanted. Didn’t matter to him at this point if it was right there in tavern, or in a dark alley, he needed to teach her a lesson.
     
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  6. InfernoLucien

    InfernoLucien Gentleman Bastard Member

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    Along with the thug, the lady's whistle managed to grab Diego's attention, as well, the monster hunter momentarily turned knight-in-shining-armor looking at her incredulously and exclaiming, "Would you get the fuck out of here already?! I'm trying to do you a favor!" As the wild man pushed past him, Diego simply stuck out his leg in an effort to trip him up and send him sprawling.

    It was about that time that he noticed the tavern had gone suddenly quiet. Chancing a glance at the bard, Diego found him sitting on the edge of stage, looking forlorn. "Really?! Now?! What are you, hourly?!" he yelled at him, his distraction earning him another successful sneak attack by the two thugs who clearly hadn't learned their lesson the first time around. "Gods damn it, Diego, get your fucking head in the game..." he muttered to himself as he struggled against the weight of the men holding his arms at bay. Fortunately for him, in the effort to keep his head out of striking range of his own, the man with the injured knee was forced to favor his good leg to lean back on, placing the injured one closer to Diego. Rather than pulling in, Diego extended his leg out and behind the injured knee, dropping in an effort to push it forward and slam it into the floor. With any luck, the pain would be enough to stun the thug long enough for Diego to free his arm and drive his knee up into the groin of the thug holding his other arm.
     
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  7. Katerina

    Katerina Perfectly Normal Member

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    Her primary goal had been accomplished, but what she was left with made her less than thrilled. There was too much attention on her, too many eyes studying her every movement. She should’ve known the risk when she tried to capture the primary assailant’s attention, but somehow the risk was judged minimal in light reciprocity. Should’ve slipped out when I had the chance, she reprimanded herself, cursing at the weakness of human emotion that still had power over her. She had to agree with the gambler with a sympathetic-looking smile. Still, she had only intended to distract the crazed man for the gambler to get another hook in. She didn’t think he would suddenly cast all his attention, and blame, on her. You can’t judge an unhinged man.

    A smirk quirked at the side of her lip. She couldn’t help the musical chuckle that escaped. His accusations were just so incredulous to her. “Is it my fault you can’t control yourself? That you need a gang to do what a single man should be able to do himself?” she taunted, disbelief and mockery evident in her voice. Her voice was quieter than the rowdy shouts of his companions that cheered on their crazed friend that punctuated her sentences. “What a sense of entitlement you have, to think you have a right over another.” Human emotions were scarce in her and guilt hadn’t the faintest presence in her soul right now. In its place, in fact, was a sense of pride for fanning the flames of the chaos; that sense she kept well hidden under her facade.

    When he dived for her recklessly, it was relatively easy for her to avoid his incoming lunge. She didn’t have many options. The brawling gambler’s companions were watching her, as was the bard who had stopped playing to mope by himself. Taking him like she took down the other man would give away her supernatural abilities to onlookers. She could grab the dagger at her waist and mercilessly stab him in the back, and continue stabbing him to vent all the pent up rage she had developed over the past few minutes. That wouldn’t be taken well by the crowd either, though. I hate crowds.

    There wasn’t much room to sidestep around him because of the tavern’s decor — Hm. Her mocking smirk turned into a full smile as she quickly grabbed a wood chair nearby and threw all her strength into her downwards swing. Breaking it on his torso wasn’t her goal; it would probably just anger the bull more. Instead, she aimed for a smaller, but more effective target: his head. If all else failed, she hoped to at least convince one of this man’s buddies to release the gambler so he could jump back into the fight. This brawl was getting less and less worth her time by the second.
     
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  8. Lo DeBale

    Lo DeBale Slapstick Cenobite Member

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    Donovan watched the scene play out with a detached look in his eyes. What had started as an ammusing little diversion was quickly becoming a tiresome bore though this was thanks in no small part to that growing pit if depression his his gut. As the gambler struggled against the men who held him and the ugly snake wearing a woman's skin brought a shape crashing down onto one of the rowdies Donovan just couldn't bring himself to care. How utterly futile all this truly was, how was it that he was able to find any ammusement in it at all in the first place? It was just a sad kissing contest and everyone involved deserved nothing more then to be knocked down.

    With a sigh, Donovan rose from where he was seated and approached the bar, careful to avoid the scuffling people still engaged in their sad little contests of who can his who the hardest. He came around the bar and grabbed a flaggon from under the counter and filled it with done fresh ale from one of the casks behind the bar before taking a nice long gulp to at the very least warm that cold pit in his stomach. He then looked left, and then right and with another sigh decided to put an end to this sad display.

    He slammed the now half full flaggon down on the counter of the bar hard and loud enough to draw the attention of every one caught up in this pathetic scuffle before speaking. "It's been about ten minutes since you guys sent the innkeeper and the bartender retreating back into the kitchen. And I can't imagine they're just sitting back there huddled under a table while you shining examples of humanity tear their place 9f business apart." He says before taking another swig of ale and then looking each and every one involved in the fight directly in the eye one after another. "No no no, barkeep for sure has gone off to fetch the town guard. And if I remember correctly what you all are doing here could easily be seen as malicious mayhem. That's a good season in the local dungeon in case your not familiar with the word of the law round these parts. So allow me to offer you guys some friendly advice, leave befire the knights show up to haul your asses away. Way I see it, ya got about five more minutes til they get here. And then it's a five by five stone, shit and piss encrusted room for all of ya for the next few months."

    Not only did Donovan posess a silver tongue, his manner of speech demanded consideration just as the way he sang demanded attention. But he was also using truth, more or less, to manipulate the situation. Charisma was one thing and he had it in spades to be sure. But the notion of a stay in the clink was surly enough to sober up the drunks with a touch of dread. Even the dumbest among tgen surly coukdnt deny the plausibility of his statements. The tavern was a mess, the ruckas they had cased had been loud and drawn out and it would be not only foolish but downright difficult to deny the law wasn't on its way by now. It was likely everything Donovan had said was right on the money and five minutes was just barely enough time to flee the scene.
     
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  9. Abialla

    Abialla Divine Rose Member

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    Battered and bruised, broken and beaten, bloodied and banged up, the entire gang found themselves outdone by a single man. Whatever pride and self worth each one had was nowhere to be found. The two who had attempted to hold back Diego were wailing in pain off to the side. The one who lunged at Loretta, tripped up by Diego's foot, and face smashed in from falling on the ground due to Loretta's side step, and then made worse by her use of the chair, there was not an ounce of fight left in them. Before another word could even be said by any of them, however, the loud thonk of the flagon hitting the bar's counter echoed throughout the room and pulled everyone's attention over to the bard. Each of them listened to the man's words, the bully holding onto his groin scowled through grit teeth at Donovan before turning to his companions. Knowing when enough is enough, he moved towards his large friend who was still stunned on the ground and begrudgingly lifted him up, albeit a bit haphazardly. He motioned his limp friend to drag the man who had fainted by the doorway out as he was smaller and easier for his injured friend to handle.

    The man with the remodeled facial features lifted himself from the ground, groaning from the splitting headache that began to form, his vision causing the room to spin. He hadn't heard anything Donovan had said over the loud ringing in his ears. He could only see what was ahead of him, which he found was two Lorettas spinning around one another. He leered at her, taking an uneasy step towards her, only to trip himself up and fall back to the ground again. The man who was half carrying, half dragging, the large balding redhead, could only roll his eyes and growl at him, "Forget it! Let's get out of here before we're to lose our heads!" The first man groaned again as he slowly got up once more, swaying and tripping, barely holding himself upright, as he made his way towards the door with his friends. He turned towards Loretta, or at least in her general direction, and slurred out an almost unintelligible, "Ahm nert finshd wi youuuuuuuuuu yet. Malk ma wahdsh." He pointed at her, again not directly, but close enough, and narrowed his eyes pointedly, before sidestepping, clumsily, out of the tavern.

    As the commotion died, a few heads poked out from the kitchen door. The barkeep and a waitress hesitantly opened the door before the rest of the help made their way into the trashed tavern. A blond waitress sighed sadly, a small whimper sounding from the back of her throat, at the thought of the cleanup she and her colleagues would face that night. She immediately got to work, flipping tables and chairs back to their proper orientation. Another waitress gathered up the broken pieces and bit by bit, carried them out to be discarded. The barkeep moseyed on over to the strange trio and thanked them, "Those guys have been needing a beating since they first started coming around here. You may have done some damage to the place, but we've seen worse thanks to those guys." He nodded towards the door that they had just left, scrunching his face as if he could still smell the body odor that exuded from them wherever they went. "I want to show my thanks for running them out of here. If you need a place to stay for the night, you're welcome to one of our rooms, free of charge." He gestured Loretta and Diego towards the stairs leading to the second floor inn. He looked over at Donovan, "I'm not sure what more we could offer you beyond what we already owe you, so if you need anything from us, please don't hesitate to ask."

    As the waitresses continued cleaning, the gamblers that had stuck around clapped for the three heroes. While some of them had lost money from betting against them, they couldn't deny that what they watched was entertaining, like seeing a story reach its climax and the great hero finally came to save the day. With some banter amongst them, they began to depart from one another. Some stayed to help in the clean up, while others had to leave. A few words could be heard from two of them in conversation. "Go ask Rufus to loan me some money!" One of the men said to the other as he handed over his coins from losing the bet.
    "Hah! Yeah right, go ask him yourself!" The second man laughed off as counted the coins his friend had just handed him.
    "You work for him."
    "No way, mate. I'm not going to put myself in his sights again for you. I'm still sore from the last time you wanted me to demand something from him." He rubbed at his arm, highlighting one of the places he felt the muscle aches, and shook his head as he started towards the tavern entrance.
    "My goodness you're such a pansy." The first man crossed his arms and laughed.
    "Don't make me come over there! I'll beat you harder than he beat those assholes!" He pointed first at his friend, then at Diego, whom he had referenced. He laughed as well, the threat being merely a joke as he waved him off in the end and left.
    The first man waved his goodbyes before walking over towards the heroes of the night. He bowed his head slightly towards Loretta, "Ma'am" and then turned his attention towards Diego, "How's it going?" He extended a hand to him to shake in greeting. "I was one of the guys you were playing cards with back there. That was quite a show." He looked at Donovan briefly, "You as well. You have quite a powerful voice. It's good to see it has more use than just singing." He gave him a genuine smile before looking back at his fellow gambler once more, "Listen, I overheard you talking to Rufus earlier. You said you were looking for Shay? I heard that name before. I think he came by here a couple weeks back. Came to this tavern, too. He met with Rufus, they chatted, and then they left together. I'm not sure where he went from there. I can only assume to his mansion, but it wasn't my place to follow. That Rufus is a bit of a character. Not a bad guy, from what I've seen, but I tend to stay away from folk like that. Anyway, to finish my ramble," he chuckled a bit, realizing he started straying off topic, "if you need any info, I'll try to help you with what I can."
     
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  10. InfernoLucien

    InfernoLucien Gentleman Bastard Member

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    With the fight winding down thanks to the bard reminding them all of the consequences of starting a bar fight, Diego watched the gang of thugs pick themselves up and swear revenge on the lady they'd taken a beating for. He fixed the slurring man with a glare and warned, "I ever see you here again, mate, you won't get away with just a few love taps. Fuck off."

    When the barkeep and maids ventured out of the kitchen, Diego couldn't help a twinge of guilt at the state of the place. The owner at least appeared grateful to get rid of those thugs rather than raving about the state of his tavern. "See, now you're being all nice about it and making me feel bad..." Diego replied. With a sigh, he took his newly hefty coin purse from its respective pouch on his belt, weighed it in his hand, and reluctantly handed it to the barkeep, "Here, since I'm getting free room and board, anyway, and since I doubt you've seen the last of that bunch. That should cover at least most of the damage as well as compensate your girls for the extra clean up. Just do your girls a favor and hire yourself a reliable bouncer. Actually, check that." He reached into the pouch and fished out a coin before making his way over to where the bard sat at the bar.

    The coin was set a bit roughly next to the bard's tankard, Diego holding it down with two fingers as he said, "You have shite timing when it comes to exit cues, you melancholic bastard. But, you didn't have to help me and I did promise myself I'd buy you a drink for it. Since it sounds like your drinks are on the house tonight, I'll just leave you a nice tip." He clapped the man on the shoulder to show there were no hard feelings before making his way over to the woman he'd gone White Knight for.

    "Have to say, a dining chair's not my first choice in improvised weaponry, but you seem to know how to handle one well enough," Diego said with a grin, "All the same, when someone gives you an out, it's usually best to take it. Name's Diego, by the way. Diego Felhorn."

    His attention was taken from the pretty damsel in distress by a conversation between two of the gamblers, one of which who decided to come and pay his respects. So, not only did Rufus know about Shay, he'd met with him personally and even left with him when he was here last. Sounded like he'd be paying that lying piece of shit a visit. "Where does Rufus live? I think I'd like to pay him a visit and give him another chance to tell me the truth." he asked before glancing to Loretta and adding, "Feel like returning the favor, love? Whatever spell you performed on that thug back there might come in handy."
     
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  11. Katerina

    Katerina Perfectly Normal Member

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    The bard’s eloquent, assertive declaration was the surprising anti-climatic end that the bar fight needed. Loretta studied the man as he preached humanity and just desserts, appealing to the remaining rationality of the brawlers. Something about the man didn’t make sense to her, though what exactly that was, she wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps it was the look in his eye, the one that he had cast upon his crowd: carefully and calculating. Or perhaps it was the asynchronous way he performed, where he didn’t need to fully emotionally commit to his performance because he was so technically skilled. It could have been one, both, or none of her suppositions; but frankly, that was the least of her concerns.

    She took the hate-filled, entitled bastard’s threat in stride, giving him the same, steady stare that more likely than not would’ve inspired another assault — had the man not already been seeing doubles. The next time she ever came across him alone, she would take her time destroying him. He was weak, weak enough to need a pack of droll buffoons to support his desire for power. To her, that made him useless and his living inconsequential, but she’d let him go for now. It was easy to find rascals like him. She did appreciate the extra remark her ‘white knight’ tossed at them though.

    As the tavern emptied, Loretta tried to help where she could with the tidying. Her actions carried her to the bard, to whom she nodded her head to in respect. “Thank you, sir,” she said to him. Her gaze couldn’t help but linger on his eyes, those windows to the soul. When the gambler approached though, she stepped aside to let him carry on his conversation, diverting her attention to the barkeep who had uttered words of appreciation to the three of them.

    She had been ready to play the sorry card when the inn workers emerged from their hiding spot in the kitchen, and she indeed felt the need to utter to the barkeep, “I’m so sorry for the trouble...” She could’ve guessed that the aggressive group of men had committed wrongdoings before, but she didn’t think the inn’s hired help would be so grateful for their less civilized behavior. It was a good thing that she had some humanity left in her, because the honest surprise that crossed her features couldn’t have been more perfectly timed. “You’re much too kind,” she commended full of thankfulness, thinking a warm room and soft bed was too good to pass up.

    When the ‘white knight’ approached her, she gave him a charming smile and lavished upon him words of appreciation: “And thank you stepping in, I’m not sure if I could’ve handled them on my own.” She chuckled in response to his comment on the dining chair before continuing, “It’s a pleasure, Diego. Retta. Leaving probably would’ve been smarter...” It was hard to deny. Why had she returned in time to help conclude the brawl? She could’ve left the single man alone against the party of four.

    Like Diego, she did find herself distracted by the conversation of those who had decided to stay, the ones discussing a fellow named Rufus. Rufus. Money. Mansion. Loretta worked with the puzzle pieces, recalling the well-dressed man that had caught her attention when she held the balding red-head by the throat. ‘Not a bad guy... but...’ Interesting. Her lips cocked a grin when Diego turned back to her. “Spell?” she repeated, feigning confusion with her voice but giving him a knowing look. “It sounds like you’re hunting for trouble.” If she hadn’t made it obvious though, she didn’t mind that at all, and she conveyed that with a nod. This promised to be interesting.
     
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  12. Lo DeBale

    Lo DeBale Slapstick Cenobite Member

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    There had been some lingering admiration for a fellow manipulator left in Donovan up until the point that Diego opened his big mouth and the words that spilled from it were nothing short of insulting. Back handed thanks for help that indeed he did not need to offer and without which the stupid little peon would have likely wound up beaten to a bloody pulp for how well he handled himself with the help he did offer. But what really sealed it was the coin he slapped onto the counter. Not only was he insulting him with words but now some pittance as if the bard needed any charity from the likes of him. Donovan has to stifle the urge to slap the coin away and tell the man to fuck off but honesty is not the face he wears, not around strangers. Instead he picks up the coin with a warm and friendly smile turned towards the dim witted white knight. Though it was a trying task indeed when the buffoon slspped him on the shoulder as if he'd at any point earned the right to be so familiar.

    "Help you? My friend it wasn't just for your sake that I aided your efforts in driving off those scoundrels." He says as he motions toward Loretta and offers her a warm and compassionate expression. "They would have victimized this poor girl like a pack of wolves had you not stepped in." He then places a hand on his chest and motions to the proprietor of the tavern and his waitress with the other in a rather theatrics yet still reserved enough to come off as authentic display of false passion. "And who knows what would have become of these lovely people and their charming place of business had those ruffians not been put in their place." He looks back to Diego with that same charming smile spread over his face and an air of admiration for the man hanging about him. The act was quite well put on and would take an inhumanly keen wit to see through for its hollow falsness. "My good man, you stepped up and did what was right and just when no one else would. What sort of man would I be not to lend my aid to your righteous endeavor." He flips the coin back over to Diego off his thumb with a wink. "And what sort of scoundrel would I be to accept payment for merely doing what is right. After all, my spirit did give out right when you needed it most towards the end." He bows his head in a show of humility and regret that is just as carefully practiced as every other bit of his performance. "I will strive to improve so that such a mistake is never made again sir, on this you have my word."

    It was a performance fit for a lavish stage indeed. The bard, an actor, poet and musician with few if any peers being quite adept at using the whole of the world as his stage and playing whatever character duties him at the time made the truth of who he was and what he really thought all but impossable for others to grasp. He showed Diego and the repugnant charlitain woman an image of a man, one that was kind, caring and most of all easily befriended for he wanted them to find him approachable and likeable. He wanted tgen to take an interest in him so he could get close enough to them to take out his frustrations on the both of them for the crumbly people he now thought them to be and for lighting his life with their unsightly presence. Diego, a foolish man so compelled to jump to the defense of a woman hi clearly did not and likely coukd not comprehend and one who insulted Donovan with such disrespectfuly passive aggressive comments for not doing more to aid in his hubristic and fool hardy errand. And the woman, sewage given form and wrapped in pretty flesh who would likely cause immeasurable amounts of trouble and havok merely for her own ammusement and selfishly expect others to clean up the mess for her. They were both oh so very ugly, repulsive even. And Donovan resolved to see them both suffer for their offputting and burdensome existance. Perhaps through the strife he laced into their worthless lives they would learn to shed their ugliness. But Donovan couldn't care less if he did. He just wanted to give them what they had coming.

    "Ah but where are my manners." He says as he joins the two in assisting with the cleanup, leaving his lute sitting upon the bar counter. "So many words and not a one of them has been a proper introduction. I must surly have lost my manners somewhere on the long track here from the north. They call me Donny, I trained at the collage of glamour and now seek to fill the world with wondrous art and beautiful song hence what brings me to an out of the way little tavern like this." He handles the pieces of broken clay ware carefully as he gathers tgen up do as not to injure his hands, such a wound would be devastating for a bard indeed. "I also happened yo have a little... chat of sorts with this Rufus. The gentleman invited me to call on him st his mansion should I have need of him. I intended to come and sit with him first thing tomorrow morning as a man like him surly has information that I might make use of. Perhaps you would care to join me if you seek to have words with him as well?"
     
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    InfernoLucien Gentleman Bastard Member

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    "Retta," Diego replied, making sure he was pronouncing it correctly, "I would give me too much thanks, I just gave them a beating they sorely needed and not entirely on my own. Even I can't take on five men and come out unscathed." On that note, he dabbed his lip with a finger and saw it come back bloody, grinning as he added, "All that for a drop of blood."

    He returned her knowing look as she feigned ignorance about the magic she'd used before, but didn't pursue it, instead turning his attention to the bard and his pompous, theatrical performance of his life story that Diego honestly didn't remember asking for. He seemed a friendly enough sort, though, so perhaps he was being too harsh. Still, how the hell did someone talk so damn much while actually saying so little?

    However, Diego caught the coin out of the air, giving Donny a pointed look as he said in a tone dripping with forced levity, "I am not a man who enjoys being in anyone's debt, even if the only one who recognizes it is myself. Take the coin. Have a drink. On me." His smile was friendly enough, but his tone suggested that if Donny spurned his gesture again, he was going to get the coin shoved so far up his ass he'd have sparkly shit for a month. He punctuated this notion by flipping the coin back and letting it hit the rim of the bard's tankard before plonking into the liquid left inside.

    "A personal invitation to our gracious Lord Rufus' estate? I think we would be most honored to accompany you, Maestro. Wouldn't we, Retta?" Diego said with a glance at his new companion and an unmistakable glimmer of mischief in his eye.
     
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    The bard certainly knew how to wax poetic. His beautifully constructed speech seemed entirely genuine, even to her, and though some would think it was chock-full of flower, his words offered a great deal of insight into the man, perhaps even more than the words Diego had given. With his descriptions of the ruffians, patrons, as well as her and the gambler, came judgment. He seemed to more than wholeheartedly support the heroic narrative shaping around the incident, fitting himself as a the humble bard who had tried his best in the time of crisis.

    Taking a seat at the bar as Diego flipped the coin back to Donny, Loretta put her own coin down and signaled the number three once she had the attention of the barkeep again. “Of course,” she agreed with their hero. How could she turn down the invitation when there was promise of interesting company and people to ruin? This was how she had ended up here at the bar, after all. It was strategically placed, a crossroads to all kinds of people, offering her a vast selection of life to pluck.

    Gentlemen, please allow me to quench your thirst as you argue over the coin. I’d hate for you,” to the white knight, “To taste blood for too long or for you,” to the bard, “To have your mouth run dry.” The amusement she found in watching their interaction lent itself well to her warm words. “If you won’t accept it as a gesture of thanks, then consider it a celebration of newfound companionship,” she finished, flashing a genuine smile at the two of them.
     
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    Before the bard could accept or deny, seeing him already reject the coin once from a few feet away while brushing off the counter, the barkeep came over and, with one fluid motion, pocketed the two coins, turned towards the back wall to grab a bottle of the best whiskey the tavern possessed, poured into three glasses that hadn’t broken from the brawl, and served them to the heroes of the night.
    “As I had said before, the drinks are on the house. I’ll just consider these tip.” He smiled at Diego and Loretta and gave Donovan a wink before returning to the clean-up.

    Not long after a woman came down the stairs, she was a bit older than the rest, and approached the three. “Everything has been prepared. Whenever you are ready, just let me know and I will escort you to your rooms.” With that she bowed her head and walked to the other side of the tavern towards the fireplace, cleaning up the drunken mess that the gang had left while the rest focused on the damage.
     
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  16. Lo DeBale

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    "Well folks, I think that's my curtain call." Donovan says leaving both the coin in the tankard and the whiskey on the table while feigning like he doesn't even realize they're there. "It's been weeks since I had a good rest and old morpheus is calling me to dreamlan. You two lovely folks enjoy the rest of your night and I'll see you in the morning." He says as he gathers up his lute and circles back around to the front of the bar before making his way over to the older woman who just came down.

    Donovan didn't care for either of those two idiots and how they both seemed to ooze this insufferable air of entitlement. The gambler with his stupid debts thinking he was owed peace of mind and that the bard had yo take his disrespectful offering to give it to him. And that disgusting little princess, by the look of her she seemed like she felt age was owed the world and everyone in it. Perhaps leaving the two together would be the better option come the morning. While the princess was occupied destroying the white knight he could pay a visit to Rufus and warn him about her so he woukdnt become the next in her no doubt endless string of victims. This seemed like the better plan and while it denied Donovan the satisfaction of ruining the gambler himself he took a small measure of delight in the irony that the woman he had fought for and bled for would likely be his doom.

    Donovan approached the older woman with a warm smile as he gave serious consideration to this no plan. "Hello my dear. I had my seen you when I came in. If I had known there were such a lovely flower about this place o would have asked you to join me on stage. Such an enchanting dancer would have been the piece de resistance to my performance I'm sure." He says offering sweey flattery to the woman while indirectly spurning the wretched witch back at the bar with how he payed no mind to her looks yet showered prais onto this woman for hers. Donovan knew that to really hurt a woman like 'Retta' one merely needed to hit them in the vanity. "Ah but alas I'll be needing some rest before I'm ready to put on another show. My travels and the excitement of the night have left me rather weary. But I'm sure I have at least one last bedside melody to offer you before the sandman take a me if you like. Would you mind showing me to my room darling?"
     
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    As the older woman listened to the bard’s kind words, she could only blush and giggle, “my, you certainly know how to woo a lady, don’t you?” She shook her head, “but I’m afraid I might be just a little bit out of your age range. But... just a little.” She held her right hand up near her face, showing her index finger and thumb close together, but not quite touching as she said this, to represent the modestly large number in age difference as something smaller. She latched on another giggle before replacing her hands in front of her, clasping them together in front of her waist, “please, follow me.” She leaned over to address the other two behind the bard, “I’ll be back down shortly to show the rest of you to your rooms. In the meantime, please enjoy the barkeep’s hospitality.” She gave them one last smile before turning to walk the man to his room on the second floor.

    As she ascended the stairs, she confessed her admiration towards Donovan, “your music was absolutely lovely. I hadn’t heard somebody play like that in a very long time.” She sighed as she allowed her mind travel back, “I once knew a man when I was much younger who played quite like you. He was ever so charming. But, some things aren’t meant to be sometimes.” She shrugged as she approached the door to his bedroom, “though if I were being honest, I certainly wouldn’t mind having somebody sing for me once more. But not tonight. You need your rest.” With that last declaration, she pened the door for him.

    Beyond the doorway was a quaint room, not too small like that of a water closet, but not quite lavish to the point of unnecessary. When one first looked inside, a double bed was in one’s line of sight. It had two feather pillows and a wool blanket for the cold nights. Against the wall above the headboard was a window where one could enjoy the view of the serene and clear night sky, or of the forest that began on the outskirts of town, its trees spreading out as vast as the mountains in the far distance. Just to the left of the room was a folding screen, behind which one could have the privacy needed to change, bathe, etc. To the right was a small closet to unpack one’s things, and next to it a simple desk with a box of matches and a lantern upon it, contained within was a large three-wicked candle, already lit to give the room the faint light needed to see all that was inside at this time of night.

    “I hope you’ll find comfort here and a full night’s rest.” She very gently touched his upper arm in comfort, “if you ever have need of anything, just give a ring with this.” She pointed with her free hand to a rope next to the door that stretched down and through a small hole in the floor. “It’s attached to a bell that is hanging in the kitchen. All the rooms have it. You find yourself needing some water, or warm tea, or anything else that you think of, don’t hesitate to give it a ring and I’ll be right up here to fetch your order.” She gave a small bow to Donny, “have a good night, and may you have many sweet dreams.” With that sincerest wish for him, she turned and left to join the rest of the tavern crew to aid in the cleanup as well as help Diego and Loretta should they need.
     
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    InfernoLucien Gentleman Bastard Member

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    Regardless of whether Donovan took the coin or left it, it was given and thereby Diego felt his pet peeve alleviated. The bard headed off for the night, but Diego wasn't quite tired enough to call it a night yet. Unfortunately, with the tavern more or less shut down for clean up, he was left without his gambling group. So, he simply picked up two of the glasses of whiskey and raised one in offering to Retta. "Join me for a drink upstairs? If your taste for men in taverns hasn't been entirely soured, that is." he asked with an amused grin. He honestly didn't expect her to take him up on it, but it was the thought that counted.
     
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    Loretta’s smile toward the bartender grew as he pocketed the two coins and she nodded in acceptance of their fate. Lifting her glass to the bard, she wished him, “Good night, Donny” with a tilt of her glass before letting it clink with one of Diego’s. “You’re my hero, I think you deserve the extra drink,” she told him with a chuckle, motioning to the two glasses he held, the one intended for him and the one intended for the bard.

    Speaking of the bard, her eyes did glance over to him as she laid his thick words of poetic charm on the older woman. Instead of a scowl, she merely chuckled at the display of charm. “That man certainly has a way with words, doesn’t he?” she commented quietly to Diego, keeping her tone neutral when addressing the observation. “He knows how to put on a show.” When the lady Diego was speaking with looked to her and Diego to address them, she nodded in acknowledgment of her offer.

    Her eyes drifted back to Diego as he suggested they take their nightcap upstairs. She was slightly taken aback by his straightforward offer, but just as pleased as one could tell from the almost feline smile that spread across her face. Taking the time to learn more about the prey was always a good thing, especially when you could afford it. “Believe it or not, I’ve seen worse,” she answered him with a chuckle as she stood up to accept his offer. “It’d be my pleasure.
     
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    The night bore on quite slowly. The maid had shown Loretta and Diego to Diego’s room, lending a bit of a small quip beneath her breath of youth and shaking her head with a smirk. The time she spent sweeping the hallway in the inn however was short lived before Loretta emerged. She didn’t dare impose and let her curiosity take over to ask, but she couldn’t help the slightly confused expression on her face as she shown the cute girl to her room further down the hall, the layout of which no different from the boys’.

    As soon as the tenants were in their beds, the maid made her way to enjoy her own night’s rest. The men and women finished most of the cleaning downstairs, resigning to finish in the morning to catch up on their own sleep at home.

    The building was quiet and at peace....except not all were at peace as the others.
     
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