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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:35 am
 ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Jerall View Inn, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Feeling a little secluded from their conversation, Coraline started to think about the town of Leyawiin. She only went there once with her father when she was young to see if there were any vendors who needed alchemical supplies. They didn't stay too long so she hadn't gotten a good impression of the town. lt was just a short business trip Coraline had begged to go on, like a little brat she would cause a ruckus till she got her way when she was a few years younger. Though that stage of growing up was behind her and she felt embarrassed and even ashamed that she was that way. Mostly she thought about moments like those when she was falling asleep and her mind was drifting. A small smile would crack on her lips and she would roll over in her bed and think of how exactly she acted that way in the first place. lt was ridiculous she would think and hope that she could go back in time and change that little moment in her history, but inevitably knew she would just have to learn from her little moments. lt wasn't going to be anything big and drastic like shaving her head or throwing out all magic out of her life, but small things that would let her know she has matured.
When she came back to the Tavern along with Van and the girl who had not yet given her name, she had sat herself at their table and was talking to Van, ignoring Coraline. She noticed a small look that wasn't entirely there or she could have been imagining it entirely but from what she saw, the girl didn't completely respect her as a person. Probably referring to the age difference. People like her made Coraline upset without much need of justification. She felt that she had her own reasoning for hating the girl as the girl didn't completely acknowledge Coraline's existence at the table aside from a look. She wanted to burn this girl where she sat out of frustration and anger to prove that she should give her some attention but it would further prove her immaturity so she took it in stride and sat there, quite and scheming in her mind. Plotting her next move to rid this girl at their table once and for all.
It was when she was finally getting to the part of removing any evidence that could connect herself to the crime when Van spoke to her. He was so polite and kind. A real gentleman. He seemed honest and sincere to Coraline's hungry, even though she was only eating to do something, she still could go for another sweetroll. lf she had one obsession with food, she'd have her gluttony filled with the rolls. She had a sweet tooth for Sweetrolls and Sweetcakes, though she preferred the former as they were easier to find and more convenient to carry around then lugging around a cake. She recalls the first time she had one when she was with her father, but this time in the Skingrad visiting some family when she caught the scent of baking bread. Her father caught her looking around for where the smell was coming from and offered to buy her one sweet if she promised not to tell her mother. After doing a small pact they had with each other, they shared the Sweetroll that Salmo made, another Altmer, who was famous for making them. They shared it and she ate it happily as he father took a small piece here and there, watching his daughter enjoy it mostly. ''l'll pass, thank you though.'' she said smiling, half wishing she didn't decline his offer. But when Van spoke about his ill-experience of talking with people, Coraline hadn't picked that up in the slightest. She instead saw him as more humble rather then shy. He was being polite not fearful. ''You seem too polite to be unseasoned in chat.'' a small disbelieving look crossed her face as she looked at Van, trying to pretend that Emane wasn't there since she was doing just about the same thing to Coraline.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:51 am
  XXXXXXXVanderden SynvaktenXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX✖ no current quests XXXXXXXXX☆ maximum health XXXXXXXXX★ maximum magicka
It was a bit much... for him to take in. The... clutter, around him. Emane seemed... to be interested in talking to him about Leyawiin... but he was not. That place... was full of dark memories that he did not want to touch. There was no room for those, anymore. Not in his mind... not in his life. The castle was not great. It was not warm. It was cold, dark and empty. The screams of the wicked echoed through the halls at night; and sleep was rarely ever as peaceful as he desired. The entire world... not just the castle... was a barren land. It did not deserve the praise these two decided to grant it. As for her father... if he did see him, he knew that he would not have remembered. He had seen so many Imperial men, coming to the Countess at night. She was not faithful to her conviction as a wife; and this was something that lead to his abandonment. Jealousy... jealousy was a powerful thing. Vander was fine... when he was a child. But when he became a man...? The Count worried... if he would try to take his trophies hand. Yes, Leyawiin was not what he wanted to talk about, right now. It was a mire -- a filthy cesspool of hatred and culture. A perfect picture of evidence... that peace did not exist between people of different skin. And truth be told, he had not heard of her. Nor would it matter if he had. He had not the time to revere; to idolize. He could hardly even maintain reverence for himself. ''I haven't heard of you." He stated bluntly. Perhaps that came out as rude, but his mind was not rational right now. He felt suffocated by the weight of the words around him. And he could even feel a drying of his throat... and a tightening of his chest. He needed to... get out of here. He was not polite. He was not anything they had thought of him. They did not deserve... to be held back by his impotence. This little girl... did not need an influence such as him. He stood up, as his head hung low, glancing at both girls with a stern and ill look; as his feet turned aside. He placed his hand up... to try and wave good-bye... but it didn't matter. It wasn't like he'd ever meet them, again. He just wanted to escape... and maybe his mind was not in control. Maybe he needed to stop leaving decisions... up to, the weakest fragment within him; his heart. But he at least wanted to speak a few final words; to the girls he would not again meet. To show just how un-polite... un-pleasant... he really was. ''The castle sucked and so did the Countess. Leyawiin was a bleeding hell-hole and even I cannot explain why I act as if I miss it. 'Cause I don't miss it. There's a saying out there that states that we can never return home; for home will never be the same. Unfortunately, Leyawiin will always be the same. It will never change and eventually it will burn to the ground in rebellion. I do not want to return to a mangled pile of Imperial corpses. I have enough corpses of my own to deal with; of people in the past and of people to come. I'm sorry if we do not share a similar memory of our past, but that is all the apologies I can grant you. I hate the old world. But so do I hate... the one I witness every day. Good-bye, Emane and Coraline. You have been kind to me... but I realize that it was kindness that I do not deserve. Soon enough, I will die for my false sense of righteousness. There's no need to befriend a fresh corpse." Harsh words. True words. And only were they followed by the echo of his feet, as he walked and walked until he could not at all be seen. He resented the way it had to end; but it ended the only way it could. There was no room in his heart for false fulfillment... nor was there any need for it. He returned to the Sanctuary. He returned home. 
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:37 pm
Emane Anarion Health: Perfection
Location: Jerall View Inn, Bruma
Mood: Amused
xxThe altmer began to speak. Obviously ignoring her just as Emane had gone first. To tell the truth it made her want to laugh. She didn't mean any harm, all she wanted to do was share something with the nord. But without controlling her nature she probably really did come off as a really rude women who only cared for alcohol. When Van said he had not heard of her Emane smiled broadly and nodded. "Figured." One day she would get there. But at the present, no. She carefully watched his movements. He was getting more nervous. What was it with this guy? Either he just didn't know how to be around girls or he really had a problem with socializing. Listening to his speech before taking his leave Emane finally understood where he was coming from. She had figured that the castle would be better than the slums, but it was almost as bad from the ways he talked about it. She didn't bother to speak up that he wasn't the only one who had bad memories of that place. It's not like he had it all bad. When the landlord came those many years ago so many things happened that she would never forget. Being tossed out into the streets counting on stealing just to eat. Her mother having no choice but to whore herself just so Emane wouldn't have to go through the mental and physical pain of having an disgusting old man all over her.
xxLeyawiin was a hard city to survive in. It was hard to watch the pampered rich walk around with a sweet roll in their hand as they passed a group of starving beggars, not paying any thought to them. Emane watched Van utter a goodbye wave and walk away. A smile tugged at the end of her lips. He was running away from something. He probably hid it from others but not her. In a sense they were the same. Both running from their pasts and fearing what would bite them in way that was permanent. Her eye's traced the wooden lines in the table as she stayed in deep thought. When she pulled herself back into reality her eye's moved to the altmer still sitting next to her. "It's good for you to be striving to be as adult like as you can. Try holding yourself up more, and make yourself noticed. You don't have to do it in a rude way just speak up, you may get a better reaction than you think." Pushing back the chair Emane rose to her feet, and headed over to the bartender. Requested a room and paid up front. When she got the directions she headed over to the stairs and to the room. She shut the door quietly and made ready for a night's rest.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:35 am
ooooooooɔɵɾɐℓɩɳэɱɩɾɩэʌʈɾɐэɳɐHealth : Unharmed┃ Magicka : Untapped┃ Energy : Rested┃ Effects : None ┃ Wielding : Nothing┃ Equipped : Steel Short Sword, Steel Dagger and Robes of Destruction┃ lnventory : Parchment x 2, Ink Vial, Quill┃ Location : Mage's Guild, Bruma - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ♥♥♥ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sitting in her chair, Coraline felt awkward and misplaced. As if she didn't belong in this conversation. Emane, as she was calling herself, was from Leyawiin and so was Van. Though Van proclaimed to be from the Castle itself. Not that he was a noble, that he didn't speak of but that he knew the countess. To be that close to her and know her personally Coraline figured he must have been some kind of noble. Though she knows little about Nordic nobleman and women. The only non-imperial noble she knew of was that of Cheydinhal. A Dunmer. And like most nobles, Coraline was not permitted to visit just because she was sight seeing. Either means a few things that she could think of at the spot: that either he was a noble himself or he worked there as a laborer. And seeing as recently he spoke of slaving over his work, it was more then likely the later of the two.
And the way he spoke of the town was almost with disgust. That it was putrid and vile. That all that was good as been fleeting if it were still there. Coraline couldn't see his rationality in that though how he spoke of it with such passion gave her the idea that if you dig deep enough into something that eventually everything has a secret about it. Molding that over briefly she wondered if people could question her about her skeletons. The thought horrified her. She'd just keep quiet as usual. And then there was the whole up bringing the trio each had, all different. Van was in the castle and spoke of it as a hell. So it surely had to have been terrible in it's own way. And Emane spoke of hunting with her father, a skilled archer, something Coraline admired. People that were skilled in their craft. Though that doesn't abstain the fact that she was acting impudent. Sitting in the chair, she shifted her weight slighted as the position she was in didn't exactly comfort her anymore. The conversation grew depressing and Van was leaving on that note. ''Take care, Van.'' was all she managed herself to say. She wanted to speak more of their travels and hoped that they would cross again but rather kept those to herself.
Sighing slightly Van was leaving her with Emane. A girl who payed no attention to Coraline. She seemed only interested in Van. His tortured past and rugged good looks was what the hook for Emane was. Not Coraline, she didn't really mind him too much till he started to talk to her. She was content with her book and her sweetroll. Though it would be lying to say she wasn't glad that he spoke to her. Soon the table was just the two of them. Amane and Coraline. They sat alone in to what seemed like to Coraline, an awkward silence. It was Emane who broke the silence, speaking to Coraline as if she needed advice on who to be an adult from her.
Coraline didn't need to know advice on how to hold herself as this seemingly promiscuous Imperial did. As for the speech, she really didn't know what to add to the conversation. She wasn't raised in a large town, but rather just a small manor that was only one room with the basement furnished and decorated to act as more bedrooms, although it was nicely done. So she couldn't exactly relate to the living in a large city aside from visiting them here and there. Though that as speaking as if she wasn't living in one now and she is still growing, so speaking in equal terms such as them was going to be difficult. After speaking Emane just left. She ordered a room and went to it without another word and not giving Coraline time to respond. ''How rude.'' she said quietly as she picked up her plate and brought it to the bar, leaving it for the barkeep and left a fair tip after already paying for her meal. She was walking out towards the door with her book huddled to her chest but stopped just before opening it remembering that she was properly dressed for the cold. She recalls why exactly she was as close to the fire as she was. Taking in a deep breath she quickly opened the door and made her way out, closing it as quiet as she could before running towards the Mage's Guild. lt wasn't too far away, all she had to do was start off heading to her immediate left, take the flight of stairs down and the take the left again and get to the last building on her left again.
lt didn't take her long and by the time she closed the front door of the hall, snow littered her pale hair and her lips were blue, skin iced over. She started to shake since she was almost frozen over and mumbled to herself to bring a jacket next time. One of her fellow mage's was laughing at her but she only smiled at him. Going upstairs she quickly got into bed after removing her boots and belt, pulling the covers up to her nose. She laid like that till she had the feeling back in her toes and fingers, till her nose wasn't a beaming beacon of blood so close to the skin. When she felt comfortable enough, she pulled back out the book she was reading at the lnn and started to read where she left off. She read till she fell asleep, the book still clutched on her hands.
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thepoisonedmuffin Vice Captain
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