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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 2:09 am
Baldur and Valdamaras Baldur opened the door to the bakery and found himself not inside the place he intended. He held up, making Valdamaras run into him just inside the door. He looked around, squinting. This was new. He wore his long, dark brown coat, hood up to ward against the rain, and now kept the hood in place to conceal his pointed ears and white blond hair, letting it shadow his scarred face. He wasn't sure he would stand out more keeping himself hooded or not, but decided to err on the side of caution. "What? What is this place?" the young werewolf gasped, pushing past him into the cafe, doing a spin and nearly running into a young human woman who had entered barely before them. "Don't know. Doesn't look like the place we wanted to be." "This usual? Walking into one place, ending up in another?" the teenager asked, giving away his naivety with his wide-eyed gape. He shook his head. "Nope."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 2:45 am
Rosselyn Cain
(see avi for referance) Rosselyn spun around as the door swung open behind her, and was nearly bowled over by a wide eyed teen boy. The suddenness of it all startled her, but she covered it with a slight frown. She felt it best to avoid showing too many emotions, especially not knowing whether these people friendly, or dangerous. They did seem to be just as lost as she was. It was something, at least. " Glad to know I'm not the only one who was expecting something different when I entered." She pointed to the door behind them. Her eyes gradually fixed on the taller man, whose build and stature made him more likely to be a threat. The boy she judged to be harmless, though quite obviously under the protection of the hooded man. " What were you expecting to find?" The best way to discover whether anyone was friendly or not was to engage them in conversation.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 2:53 am
Baldur and Valdamaras The lad had no sense. When the woman turned to address him, he gaped like a fish, a blush rising fast in his face. Not even his dark complexion could hide the boyish flush he developed. He seem to try to find a way to stare at the woman, but failed miserably, and ended up darting his golden eyes back and forth with painful awkwardness. Sighing, Baldur grabbed Vald by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back. "Favorite bakery of mine when we're in these parts. This is definitely not it. Would be a miracle if they sold anything fresh, much less bread, by the looks of things." Vald made a show of scuffing his blond hair back, fixing his eyes on the floor for now, seeming to have settled there as opposed to staring.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:07 am
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn found herself amused by the adolescent's awkward staring, and couldn't help the kind smile that quirked her lips upward. She allowed his ogling to pass without comment as the man pulled him back abruptly. " I see. I believed I was entering an old sailors tavern. I've visited before when I was at port, but this place isn't it." She gestured around the room before setting the hand back on her hip. Her other hand still rested on her belly, just to be safe.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:19 am
Baldur and Valdamaras Planting his hand in the center of Vald's back, Baldur gave him a shove toward the cafe's main counter. "Get me something to drink. And something for the lady here, too. On me," he offered with a curt nod her direction. This place wasn't a bakery and it wasn't a tavern. What it was, he couldn't say, but he doubted autonomy was entirely necessary. He reached up and pulled down his hood, revealing his swarthy face, scars cutting across it over his left eye, across his cheek of the same side, and splitting his lips on the right through the top and bottom lip. His pale hair was braided back away, exposing the long tips of his pointed ears. Vald paused only long enough to get the woman's preference. "If we don't know what this place is, why are we staying?" he asked with a nervous glance toward the elf. "Because I say so, that's why."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:36 am
Jet Devereux "I guess I'll have to demand their help then," Jet said with more conviction than she felt. "And if they won't help me then I'll just have to help myself." She raised her chin and stared defiantly - although at what she wasn't sure. She had a little time before she would have to leave Highwater, and in that time she was determined to make as much progress as she could, both physically and mentally. "An elf," Jet said then. "You know, I don't think we have elves where I'm from. I've read about fairies and trolls and, I think, elves. But only in books. Books, again." She rolled her eyes. "I wonder if this cafe picks the people who end up here?" Jet thought for a moment that maybe she could get Svana to teach her some things, so that when she went home she wouldn't be completely hopeless.
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:39 am
Rosselyn Cain Rosse gave the man a grateful nod, and told the boy she would like tea, preferably jasmine, when he asked for her preference. During the following curt exchange between the boy and his guardian, her gaze returned to the man. His appearance gave her a slight start. It wasn't the scars that startled her, (she had quite a few of her own,) but his pointed ears. She wasn't terribly alarmed, as she had come across some mythical creatures in her travels, but she had never seen anyone like him before. She had a bit more tact than the boy had possessed, so she didn't stare or flicker her eyes wildly. She was however, quite intrigued. " Thank you for the drink." She said kindly, and then offered her hand. " My name is Rosselyn."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:41 am
Svana
See signature for reference "Not very subtle, are you?" Svana snorted in amusement. Not that she could say anything. Subtlety wasn't one of her strong suits, either. She was not bred for politicking, but that was why she had people like Amund to rely on, to tell her when she was trying to force people to do things her way when she really needed to convince or manipulate them into doing it. "We barely have elves where I'm from, so I wouldn't count it as such an odd thing." Her people were so completely decimated. Practically extinct. The thought gave her chills, despite it being her reality for centuries. "If the cafe picks who enters, that would denote it a measure of sentience, not to mention intelligence. That's a disturbing thought, I think. I don't like to consider buildings as intelligent as myself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:46 am
Baldur and Valdamaras Vald scurried off to fill their orders like a good lad. He was never slow, which was a good trait to have in a boy. He might be small for his age, but he never dallied. Turning, Baldur accepted the hand of the woman, appreciating her subtle demand for equality. He had known many human women. Some were as worthless as their men pretended all of them to be, but some rose above that stigma. Some could shake the hand of another man as an equal and have nothing said to the contrary. "Baldur," he intoned. "And my young companion is Valdamaras, but Vald if you don't want to bother with so many syllables. I've been training him to respond to 'pup' and 'flearag' as well, although he hasn't quite taken to 'flearag' as I'd hoped." Only a moment later, the boy returned, juggling their drinks. He passed a pint of ale off to Baldur first, and then thrust out a cup of tea toward Rosselyn, sloshing some over the rim and burning his own hand with it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 3:54 am
Jet Devereux "Honestly, I've never had much need for subtlety," Jet explained. "My sister is the eldest and she will be the one who people remember and want to help. She will also carry on the family name because - because I cannot. I cannot conjure the Wind, not like the rest of them. So I've spent my life hiding in corners, reading books, and trying to keep out of the way." She shrugged and then sighed. "Constance won't leave Highwater, though, so I'll admit, that's probably going to complicate things... I don't know the first thing about real 'high-society' and I think most of the Elysian nobility don't even know I exist. You know, my cousins pretended that I was a servant for years, and that actually made my life easier."Jet hadn't considered the sentience of the cafe, but rather than disturb her it gave her more comfort than anything. She had spent years sitting alone and quiet in echoing rooms, it made her feel as though she hadn't wasted all of the words she had said to herself. "Quite frankly, I like the idea," she said.
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:01 am
Svana
See signature for reference "I do recall my parents attempting to grind subtlety into me in a time when they thought I might take after them. Politicians both, in their own rights," she snorted. "Needless to say, even if I absorbed those lessons, I never had a need for them. I don't know what to say about your predicament, except, perhaps, sometimes, you need to make people know you exist, whether they want to know it or not." Falling silent, brooding, she finished the rest of the drink she had been nursing, but didn't feel much better for it. People listened to her because she didn't give them any other options. Back in a different age, she had made them notice her and acknowledge her. She got more than she bargained for, a crown attached to it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:04 am
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn allowed her eyes to drift only once more to Baldur's pointed ears as they shook hands. She wracked her brain, trying to remember all the mythical creatures she had read about in her books. If mermaids, sirens, and sea monsters all existed, it wasn't really a stretch to assume others existed too. Nothing she had read about seemed to fit this tall and, if she were honest, gruffly attractive man. She tilted her head curiously at his comment about Vald's nickname, and was about to speak when the boy reappeared with their drinks. She saw him scald himself in his rush to offer her drink and felt a slight pang of pity for him. " Thank you, Vald." She said gently, before returning her gaze to Baldur. " Why do you call him Pup?" ((This is probably my last post for the night. Toodles everyone.))
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:16 am
Jet Devereux Svana perhaps didn't fully understand the importance of what she had just said. But Jet felt it. She felt it in Svana's words like she had never felt anything before. Suddenly she was sure of two things: the road ahead was going to be long, and very hard. And she could do this. "I know you don't know me very well," Jet said slowly, the gears of her mind turning, "but would you be willing to help me? I doubt they will notice me if I am just... me. But if I could be - well, if I could be more like you...?" She left this open, afraid that the elf-woman might decide she was not worth her time. Jet hated to ask for help like this, but she had also learned that sometimes it was the only way to get what you truly wanted.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:50 am
Svana
See signature for reference Svana's eyebrows jumped up on her face. Help her? Help her with what? Svana wasn't sure she could teach anybody to be more like her, or even what it would take. She became like she was out of necessity. She was molded by events. "More like me. I'm not sure how to teach that. Adversity breeds strength. I am the way I am because my options were adapting or dying. I had to do whatever was necessary to survive. Still have to," she lamented. Unless she could throw little Jet into a life or death situation where the lives of hundreds depended on her decisions, she wasn't sure how to teach Jet.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 11:34 am
Baldur and Valdamaras Valdamaras got that dazed look like he couldn't believe such a beautiful woman knew his name. Baldur cuffed him lightly, hoping to knock that stupid look off his face. He shook his head with a small roll of his eyes. Vald stared guiltily into his own cup. "Well, Pup, where are your manners?" "You're welcome," he blurted. "He grew up in a cave. It's not his fault. He's not a proper canine, but he's close enough," he chuckled. "Goes doggy at the full moons, don't you, Vald? Seems like a good opportunity for some creative nicknames." The boy bobbed his head in confirmation. Baldur grinned easily, ruffling his hand through the boy's hair somewhat gruffly. "Got to get the boy toughened up so he can go home someday, back to that cave, but a few manners and a facetious alias in the meantime won't hurt him any."
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