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 Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 3:20 pm
Wickwright looked to Meschke, since it seemed like his impetuous companion was abandoning him. "Your friend should be fine, but you should leave. I don't think anyone realized you were a man, but in case someone recognizes you and does, it'd be best if you were, if not out of town, then at least out of this pub. Me, I'm going to get out of town before someone decides to quarantine me." Wickwright had solved the problem, and he had quite enough adventure for the day. He had got what little there was of Arelgren's story, from the sound of it another life disrupted by plague.
He glanced at the stupefied Arelgren. Glad to see he was taking it so well.
At any rate, Wickwright's job was done, and if he didn't get moving, there would be a few concerned citizens ready to deal with him. Even if he showed them his pustule-free arm, he'd still have explaining to do, and he wasn't quite ready to reveal that he had a plague rather than the plague to anybody just yet. He would if he had to save his own hide, but he'd prefer it not come to that so early in the afternoon. He was getting older, after all. His daring, adventuresome years were supposed to be over.
"It's been a pleasure, gentlemen. Or at least it's been interesting. Stay out of trouble now, and have an uneventful evening." Truth knew that was all he was looking for from the rest of his own day. Reaching up, ostensibly to pull back his hood again, he dropped Hopkin inside it and exited the pub.
((FUN TIMES, GANG, FUN TIMES. * u *b))
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 5:15 pm
Dragomir nodded. He would have to go and hurry off before anyone got here and something unpleasant happened; he wondered if it was alright to just leave Dorian here - but, then again, it was Dorian's own neck on the line and Dragomir didn't have the attention-span nor will to keep track of anyone other than himself. He shook his head to clear it and knew he'd have to save his own a** before worrying in any way about Dorian's - and he'd have to leave him here to do anything about it.
He wouldn't want this to be anything big, so he'd have to see if he could talk to this man if he could find him later - he wrote the name in his mind, Dorian Arelgren, at least he could remember - to keep what had ... happened quiet since Dragomir had no desire that he knew of to die anytime soon, especially not through some unpleasant method like fire.
He tried to stand up when Wickwright left and nearly fell onto his face completely, only barely keeping his balance and mostly doing so after a notable stumble. Somehow, even Dragomir wasn't sure how, he made it to the door, pulled it open, and stumbled out. However, in his state, only slightly sober while mostly drunk, Dragomir fell to his face with a loud, surprised cry, followed by a pained moan.
Today, it appeared, was just not Dragomir's day. He looked up at Wickwright's back before trying to get up, struggling, but he got nowhere; he seemed to stay only on hands and knees no matter how hard he struggled against gravity.
"Help..." he cried for no one in particular; possibly Obscuvos, because he was just that drunk and tired at this point.
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knife effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 7:33 pm
Dorian heard the voices of Wickwright and Dragomir grow indistinct...and then nothing after awhile. The hubbub was created by newcomers to the bar and those that already resided in it when Dorian arrived, and he was sure (though not sober) that his two acquaintances exited the pub already. His head was still filled with intoxication, and he wasn't quite sure where he was any longer. How strange.
The alcohol-influenced minds of most urchins cleared three to four hours after imbibing. For some reason, his head only clouded more. He wasn't quite sure about what danger and urgency Wickwright spoke of hastily before, but if he met the two again, he would surely ask. It concerned him, him drunk, and the very thought of his self put in the spotlight of danger seeped fear into him.
Yes, it was possible for Dorian to be afraid, just as possible it was for Dorian to shrivel in the tongues of flame.
He kept his head down and heard himself call for a fifteenth round of alcohol.
END
(( GJ GUYS THAT WAS REALLY FUN!! ))
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