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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:56 pm
Log 5
Fatin blinked at the man before she scurried off for dry clothing. Surely Marissa or Bailey wouldn't mind if she borrowed something?
Bailey frowned as Fatin left before shaking her head and nodding with her head. "Take your pick. Not many are filled up."
Upon arriving upstairs in the Marissa's old room, Fatin rummaged through the closet, frowning as she primarily found tavern wear and the men's clothing was either way to big or was a little to poofy for her taste.
Grumbling, she pulled a male's shirt, a basic skirt and a cincher off hangers and tossed them onto the bed. She undressed from her soaked clothing and dressed into the warmer stuff. She left her hair down to dry off and grabbed a brush to bring down so her hair wouldn't dry in snarls.
She came downstairs slowly, more like a lady floating on air then anything else.
Altair nodded at Bailey and took seat at a small table close to the fireplace.
'This really is quite an establishment. Solid wood walls. Sturdy roof.' he nodded softly in approval, 'If all the places in Nightmare Valley are like this, I think I can get used to it very quickly.'
"Barkeep," he said trying to get her attention, "Um, Bailey was it? Could you please get us two mugs of ale? I'm not sure what all you carry, but the type matters not. We only need it to get the blood warm."
He thought for a moment, "I'm not even sure that your friend will drink with me, but if she does not, it won't be wasted. I assure you."
At that moment, he noticed Fatin walking down the stairs. She looked quite lovely in the loose fitting clothes, not at all frumpy as it might on some women. But, it had a sense of normalcy as if any other outfit just wouldn't look right on her.
"Welcome back," he stood up and pulled her chair out for her, "Take a seat, and we can get to business. I took the liberty of ordering us each a mug of ale. I apologize if you do not drink, but I knew not."
Bailey smirked. This guy was new in town so she'd let it slide...besides, judging from the way he was dressed, he was from someplace where it was normal to call bartenders barkeeps. She went behind the counter to grab two mugs and to the ale. Fatin's was going to be a bit special, one that really warmed the blood...at least hers.
Fatin glanced at him from over her shoulder. She wasn't sure she wanted to trust the man....then again she was also his key to surviving around here until he gained his own...nightmare footing. She sat down in the offered chair and adjusted the skirt a bit so she didn't feel awkward sitting on it. "Thank you.." She murmured softly.
Bailey scuttled over with the drinks, sitting Fatin's before her, then Altair's ale before him. "Enjoy," she said and scuttled back to her counter and grabbed another glass and cloth and proceeded to make sure they were clean.
Fatin sniffed her mug and smiled some, taking a small sip and relaxing. The ale burned in her veins but it was mild compared to the rush of fresh warmed blood that left a mild copper aftertaste in her mouth.
"Thank you," Altair smiled and nodded at Bailey as she sat the drinks down.
He sniffed his mug, 'No odd smell. I doubt this woman would have reason to poison me. Still...' He just shook his head. There could be no reason for either of these women to kill him. He'd done nothing wrong, at least nothing wrong to them.
"So," he turned to look at Fatin, "What were we discussing before?"
She took another sip, watching him sniff his mug with an arched brow. If one wanted to poison him, one didn't need ail to do so....of course some poisons didn't need a scent or a taste to act. Not that she wanted him dead. He didn't do anything wrong.
Setting her mug down, she looked at him in general. "I believe you wanted to know more about Nightmare Valley and you look like you're about to pounce on an unsuspecting victim."
A light blush flashed across Altair's face. He hadn't meant to be so on edge. 'Its only expected tho.. Unfamiliar territory'
"Am I relaxed enough for you now?" he chuckled and settled in his chair, "Lets see, the first thing I need to know would be the name of my host."
He smiled, "After all, you now know my name."
"It's not my skin I'm worried about."
She noted the light blush and smiled. Cute....the assassin can blush. She mused.
"My name's Fatin." She answered.
'Fatin. Simple, easy to remember.' He smiled, "Does it mean anything in particular? Your name I mean."
He took another large swig of his ale; sniffing it, in an attempt to recognize the wonderful flavors that were bombarding his senses. "Wonderful drinks," he called out to Bailey, "More if you would. Oh, and some sort of food. What do you recommend?"
"Captivating, charming, seductive, take your pick."
Bailey bowed her head. "Thank you, sir. As for some sort of food something a little bloody for her." She grinned.
Fatin's cheeks pinked so she tried hiding behind her mug that she hadn't finished. Of course with her mix, she wasn't going to be 'hungry' for a while. Nice thing about diluted bloodline.
Bailey shuffled over with another mug for him. "What are you in the mood for? Pasta, creamy, spicey, italian, mexican, bbq?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:22 pm
Log 6
'Definitely not shy,' Altair chuckled, "I'd have to go with captivating at this point. I must admit that I don't go diving off towers to help out others all that often anymore."
'Not since.. No. Don't dwell on those days.' he shook his head softly and turned to Bailey, "Something.. Italian sounds nice. A nice creamy pasta, no preferences. A bit of my home away from home."
He smiled and pondered for a moment on what it could be like these days. 'I hope the Piece is still safe.' Again, he caught himself day-dreaming and returned his attention to Fatin.
"Why again were you out on the rooftops?" He hoped his question did not press any buttons.
Bailey scuttled off to the kitchen to prepare the requested meal, grinning all the while.
Fatin watched with puzzlement to Bailey's grin before shaking her head and turning back to Altair. "Checking out the view until the idiot of a vampire hunter found me. I can only assume you're on rooftops to keep away from time traveled guards?"
"No," Altair shook his head, "I have no worry of guards. I was just scouting out the land a bit."
"Unfortunately," he chuckled, "I didn't get to see very much before I was distracted. Maybe when the weather clears up, you can show me around?"
Fatin stared at her drink, noting it's near emptiness. She never tried being a distraction. "I can show you around..."
Bailey pushed her way out of a set of swinging doors, carrying a huge tray. On it was a plate of fresh tomato Alfredo sauce, fettuccine, and chicken, a plate of freshly baked bread and a bowl of fresh butter with sets of knifes and forks.
She settled the tray on her hip, placing bread and butter in the middle of the two, and the plate of pasta in front of Altair. "Something simple but good and homemade."
Bailey darted away only to bring two pitchers to refill their mugs. "Have fun," she said and scurried away.
Fatin blinked at her now filled mug. Setting aside, she took one knife and sliced a piece of bread and buttered it, taking nibbles of it and sitting there quietly.
"That's a great plan," he smiled," and this food looks amazing."
Altair eagerly dug into his meal. The smell of the food alone was enough for him to forgo his natural apprehension. Devouring bite after bite, it had been some time since he had had a meal of this caliber.
He quickly remembered his manners and swallowed a large bite. "Thank you for bringing me here. The food tastes as wonderful as it looks."
Fatin fought the smile that was creeping up on her face as she ate ladylike at her meal.
"You're welcome. Bailey always has talent around."
She took another bite of her meal.
"So," he paused for a moment to swallow another bite, "when shall we go out exploring?"
"Whenever you're ready too."
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 4:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 4:54 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:12 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:14 am
Cinder and Ziva Legend: Ziva (Nyx) is black text | Cinder (me) is dark green text Log 1 Ziva stood in the middle of the forest, listening intently. The wind howled around her and the leaves spiraled in dizzying circles to the floor. She was alone. It was something she had become use to and this forest silences were as familiar to her as the sound of her own breath.
The sun had just come up, and she wondered if she had made the right decision to retire. She had joined a herd, but did that mean she had to stop doing what she did best?
"Its shaping up to be a beautiful morning, wouldn't you say?" Cinder smiled softly, "The sounds these woods make. The rustling of the leaves in the wind. The animals stretching in their dens. Its wonderful. Perfect bliss."
He quickly whipped out his sketchbook and began working on drawing the sunrise through the trees. 'This one is going to be great. Just wait til Myrror sees it. He never gets out enough. Maybe for just a second it will take his mind off.. his mind..'
He sighed contentedly, "Just perfect."
Ziva saw the form moving from the wood. He was alone, and he appeared harmless. She could...brush up on skills. No one would miss him...
She sighed, I guess I've gone soft. I'll settle for a sneak attack. Softly, without a sound, she made her way behind him. Then with one swift movement, she tackled him.
One second Cinder was sitting there sketching the treetops. The next, he was laying flat on his back with a strange woman on top of him.
"What in the.. Who in the hell does something like that! Here I am minding my own business, sketching at that! And you come out of nowhere and tackle me!" he grumbled, trying to push her off of him, "Who in the hell are you anyway?"
Ziva sat on him triumphantly, unwilling to move. "I've still got it, it seems." She glared down at him for a moment, "I'll be the one asking the questions. Who are you?"
"I asked you first," Cinder grunted, "But since I believe you won't get off of me until then. My name is Cinder."
'If only I had a more useful talent,' He was still trying to squirm free, failing miserably to say the least.
"Now really, what in the name of the gods made you tackle me?" he was curious, "I mean, all I was doing was sketching the sunrise..."
He quickly looked at the treetops, groaning, "And you've made me miss it! Myrror is going to be so disappointed. That's his favorite part of the day! Now if you don't mind, I really would appreciate you getting off of me. There is work to be done."
Ziva remained as she was. "I do not answer to you. And it would do you good to know that I am an assasian with a...unique ability. Suffice it to say, you could be dead 15 different ways in 2 seconds." She studied him for a moment later, "Why are you out here anyway?" She frowned darkly at his sketchbook.
"Okay, so you're an assassin.. And you tackled me.. Rather than kill me 15 different ways in 2 seconds.. " Cinder grumbled, "But I just told you, I was sketching the sunrise in the treetops. Its a pastime of mine. A friend of mine in Dream Valley rather enjoys gazing at the drawings. Since he cannot muster up the will to leave his home."
Again, he tried to squirm free of her. Once again, he failed at his attempts. "Is there a reason you feel the need to sit on me?"
Ziva smirked. "Maybe I find it fun?" She sighed then got up. "This use to be a whole lot funner, I guess I like them better dead."
"Then you, my dear," Cinder grumbled as he got up, "Have a very skewed vision of what fun is."
'Now, where is my book..' he searched the area. 'Aaah, here it is.' he thought as he walked over to it and picked it up. "So, besides mauling me while I was in a perfect Zen state.. What are you doing here?"
'I hope nothing is damaged.' He flipped through the pages, waiting for her answer.
Ziva watched him studiously. "I had wanted to be alone. Truly alone...civilazation was getting to me." She looked out across the small clearing and up at the setting sun. Have I ever seen how he does? With eyes, instead of precision and calculation? How long has it been since I saw beauty? Her voice came out a bit hard. "Maybe your the one that's skewed."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:38 am
Log 2
"Thank you very much," he scoffed, "But I am not skewed. As I said, I was minding my own business."
Still checking his book, he mumbled, "I'm sorry if I interrupted your solitude." Cinder looked over at her, "If it suits you, I'll just be on my way. I'd rather not get trampled."
Ziva watched him for a moment longer. "You can stay. You...interested me." She tilted her head to look at him more.
"I interest you? Like one has an interest in an experiment?" he scoffed again, "I am far from interesting. I can assure you that much. I am but a simple artist."
His sketchbook was fine, yet he couldn't help thinking that something wasn't right. Maybe it wasn't his sketchbook that was wrong, though. It very well might be his current companion.
'Something about her just seems... Off.. and its very off-putting, if you ask me that is.' he shook his head softly, clearing his thoughts, "So, I would much appreciate your telling me exactly how I interest you. Because to be honest, I'm not quite sure how you could be."
"Your perception." Her words were exact and concise. She pointed to his sketchbook as she tossed her long mane of hair. "You interest me because you are different than me. You can see...things for more than what value they have monetarily. You can see beauty, I cannot." Her eyes met his without flinching, she had simply stated the facts to him.
'My perception?!' Cinder was quite puzzled by this, "Beauty, as they say, is in the eye of the beholder. Things are only beautiful if you give them the time to be so."
He opened up his sketchbook and flipped through the pages, 'Ah hah. This should be a good one.'
"Tell me what you see here," He held the page up where Ziva could see it clearly, "And then I'll tell you what I see. Don't be vague about it either. As descriptive as possible, if its even possible."
Ziva tilted her head as she studied the page. The drawing was of the inside of a house. "Well, it's very open. Very few places to hide." She rubbed her jaw thoughfully, "Dandelions would likely make you sneeze so that's no good for hiding. There's soot in the fire place, it's well used. The person would not be as sensitive to sounds since the air is warm and does not carry sound as well. There are too many windows, too much light." She looked at him smiling. "Did I do good?"
"Mhmm," Cinder nodded thoughtfully, "Is that so?"
He proceeded to flip through his book again, "What about this one?" Once again he held the page up so she could get a clear view.
"Again, as descriptive as possible. I'll show you another one after this, and then I'll tell you what I see in all three of them," he smiled softly, "Though it might seem trivial, this will help me help you."
Ziva looked at Cinder a bit skeptically, then turned to the page. "Well that one is of a clearing. It's been treaded on recently, the grass it turned down and there's a smudge by the water there." She pointed as she considered. "The water is a bit low but everything is green. Likely the river was swollen only a few days before and it is now it's normal size. There's not much light, good for hiding. Those flowers-" She pointed them out "They don't grow in the light. They love shade."
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:43 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:47 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 5:52 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:06 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:14 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:16 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:17 am
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