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 Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:10 am
Quote: Write a two paragraph [5-7 sentances] post about the scene and day your child arrives at it's chosen city. Try to use all five of the senses. Remember, you can't RP an infant aside from the occasional baby sound and looking around. This is not intended to be an RP post- tell us what kind of atmosphere greets your baby when he/she arrives. (10 GP)
Denizens made their way from various crevices of the city to alight upon the market with their wares as the sun rose in the sky. New color rose to meet the sky as the fabrics of tents were strung up to keep the heat at bay. Foods being prepared rode with the wind through the city streets, calling hungry mouths to vendors all too eager to sell their goods. While hungry hands snatched foods from the stalls and money from customers’ pockets, disappearing again into the crowd.
Somewhere in the distance lightning flashed, hot and dry as the ground. Maybe, the day wouldn’t be so dry after all.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:03 am
Quote: Find and post three images (hand-drawn or found elsewhere on the net are both fine). These images will affect your child's future personality and concept, so choose wisely! (5 GP) , Stilleto Dagger, and Earrings...and maybe a bit of Pie too!
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:17 am
Congrats! You are ready to grow! Please claim a growth slot and send your form in!
Growth slot has been confirmed!
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:05 pm
Guildmaster Nyx Alertness, memory, and nimbleness are key in this job, time for you to work on these skills. Write out 6 exercises your child does to improve these 3 skills. (3 GP)
Sitting in the dark and listening to identify the minute noises around him.
Thinking of things in associations for 30 minutes a day. Ie. Cow = stomp of cloven hooves, bell, moo/snorting sounds, whisk of the tail, etc.
Memory
Pull random stones from a bag and take a quick look before trying to recall the amount and colors of the stones.
Shuffle a deck of cards and look at them once, attempting to recollect as many as possible in order.
Nimbleness
Stretch every day and push to extend that stretch by 10% every week.
Run rooftops
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Orasteele rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:07 pm
Guildmaster Nyx You have been caught stealing! Write out how you deal with this situation! Be sure to include: what you were stealing, who caught you, their reaction, and how you got out of it or if the guild bailed you out. 3-5 paragraphs. Note: Roll a 6 sided die before beginning this quest and see your Guildmaster (10 GP) Guildmaster Nyx owned many a shining object – all sorts of bobbles to catch the eye and trance the mind. Those adopted into the guild were some of the few that got to see the private collection, knowing that no matter how much they wanted it, they couldn't have it – but as any good thief there is no harm in trying. Khyrie's goal was simple. All he wanted to get was the small pendant that hung on the wall in the back of Nyx's room. The room was unlocked as always, anyone who dared steal from the Guildmaster knew the risks of getting caught – what reason would he have to lock the door. Slipping into the room, the cat-boy made his way around the various articles of clothing and objects that would denote his entrance. A faint chime came from the ground as a small gold bell rolled away from his foot. Khyrie dropped down to the ground, snatching the thing up and pocketing it before it could make another noise. The last thing he needed was his Guildmaster to hear him. Resuming his task, he crossed the floor to where the pendant hung. "You know, it is not wise to steal from your Guildmaster," Came Nyx's smooth voice from the doorway. "I'd leave it alone if I were you." Khyrie's ears drooped – he was caught. Damnit! And I was so close too. "You know I would never do a thing like that, sir. I just wanted to see the shine of your collection when it caught my eye. "And may that be all that catches you in the future." The slender man let out a sigh and smiled. "I have to applaud your technique, but next time you enter a place of high value, be sure to check for magical wards. Alright? I'd hate to see my kitten stripped of his dignity and thrown in a box somewhere." Khyrie tilted his head, and smiled. "If you show me how, I'll be sure to steer clear of them." "Then I'll make you a bargain. If you swear by your name to never tempt to steal from me again, and to keep the secrets I share safe…I'll teach you." The Guildmaster laid his card on the table, it was up to Khyrie to push the bargain. His hand closed about the bell in his pocket. A minor loss for a lesson of far greater value. "Deal, but only if I get to keep what found me." "Deal. Lesson one, small enchantments on mundane objects are just as unassuming a threat as any thief worth his hands." Nyx purred as he stepped over to his pupil. "Let me show you how." Caught by a bell, Khyrie began the most difficult lessons he had ever imagined.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:24 pm
Guildmaster Nyx You have been assigned to removing the vermin in the underground. Write out how your day spent removing pests goes. At least 3 paragraphs (7 GP) The thieves' guild was based under the main city, in a world created just for it. Unfortunately, due to the welcoming nature of the cool recesses of shadow it seemed that the place had to be cleared of vermin, insects, and other unwelcome visitors. It was a job perfect for the new members of the guild, and a way to earn their keep as a replacement for dues. Khyrie hated it. True he had some advantages given the situation, but that was beside the point. Snakes, scorpions, and other such creepers was not his cup of tea. Stepping into the dark his eyes adjusted – cat like slits opening to full dark mirrors. He could smell the stink of sour water that lapped against the walkways. This was not how he had wanted to spend the day. Ears flat as he skirted the filth, Khyrie resigned himself to the task at hand. He could hear the little legs of the bugs as they fled from his presence. Walking to the back of the dark passage, he trailed oil in the water as he went. It wasn't the most pleasant way of removing the creepers, but he had to admit it was effective. Khyrie could feel the crunch of bugs under his boots and he did his best not to think about it…or what could be crawling on him. The thought sent shivers up his spine. The sooner this was over the better. As he worked his way back to the entrance he felt his foot slip on the moist walkway. Suddenly he found himself choking in disgust on the filthy water. The reek of the water clung to his scarf. "Well isn't this is just perfect!" Khyrie crawled out of the muck, slime coating his fur as he escaped the filthy water. "I'm never going to hear the end of this one," he said with a sigh. His Guildmaster had the perfect balance when on his feet, it was something that his students envied, and as one of Nyx's favorites, he seemed to get lectures and lessons more often than he wanted. As he shook off the water from his tail he could just imagine the one-eyed Guildmaster laughing his a** off at the sight of his 'kitten' soaked in sewer water. "I wish he would just higher someone else to do this mess." He flicked a roach off his shoulder and continued down the tunnel. At least I didn't loose the oil. One hand reached down to confirm the flask was still tied to his side. Fire was the easy route when it came to exterminations, but it was also the most disgusting if not difficult. The oil had to be poured near the core of the watery maze so that it would flow through the veins of the city, and be quickly flushed clean to douse the flames. Unfortunately, this mend one had to light a match while in the center of the chaos and get out. More than once had he come home with singed fur and a bald spot or two on his tail. The walkway ended at the center and looked out to a ten-foot drop into the filth, fresh water pouring down from channels above. Small pipes and beams webbed the area above him, offering a challenge to any that would climb. Khyrie reached a hand out and grabbed the first beam, using his claws to keep hold of the slick wood and pull himself the rest of the way up. He had no want to repeat his previous engagement with the water, and especially not at such a drop. Settling himself on the beam, he untied the flask from his waist, it needed to be ready to open. Holding the flask in his teeth the cat boy leapt from the beam to a rail under the flow of fresh water and held on tight. It wasn't large enough to stand on, but it was strong enough to hold him. Khyrie pulled himself up to precariously sit on the thin pipe. His tail wrapped his tail around the pole, using it for extra support so he could take the bottle from his mouth. Using teeth to uncork it, he poured the contents down to intermingle with the filth before dropping the bottle itself. The faint sound of glass shattering came to his ears. Now where did I put those matches. Using one hand he dug through the pockets of his wet clothing till his fingers found the small box; the exterior slightly damp. "Oh s**t! Don't tell me this…." Khyrie cursed as match after match refused to light – his clumsiness would cost him the humiliation of the entire guild if he didn't at least get one to hold flame. After two matches lit and sputtered out finally one took to the match. Carefully he flung it into the waste bellow, watching as lines of fire spread out through the sewer. From his perch near the falling water, he could feel the tongues of flame lash upward, dousing themselves in the downpour. The creepers of the waterways lit up like fireflies, as they fought to escape the fire that spread like poison in the blood. Just as quickly as it had started, the flames vanished, leaving only the faint odor of smoke and burnt sewage in its wake. He wrinkled his nose. Task complete. Khyrie jumped back down the way he had gotten up there, all he had left to do was get home and take a shower. Next time, he decided, he would bribe someone else to do the task.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:54 am
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Orasteele rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:57 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 12:30 pm
((RP over AIM w/ Ogre))
It was dawn when Khyrie arrived in Heilig. The youth had been given the task of picking up a package for his guildmaster from the Lord Master of Heilig. The narrow streets of FireMountain were nothing like the large buildings and roads of the metropolis he had snuck into. He pulled his scarf tighter about his head, glancing around the various shops of the city. It was breakfast time, now all he had to do was find the right place to pick it up from...
Roman was patrolling the streets in the early morning, listening to the sounds of people waking up and beginning thier work. For the most part, the city smelled like ovens starting and fires being kindled... it was one of his favorite times.
He turned into the market district, glancing through the shops to determine what he was going to snag for breakfast today. The bread maker usually had the best warm foods in the morning time. He turned that direction, eyes forward.
Khyrie slipped from shop to shop, running fingers and hands across various foods, trying to find the right one as the scent of fresh baked goods hit his sensitive nose. He felt his stomach clench, and followed the scent of his prey.
He played it simple. Questioning the baker on his wares, having him turn to pull things from the shelf and slipped a hot roll into the folds of his clothes.
Roman was standing in the bakery and noticed the thief taking the roll. He frowned to himself, walking over once the baker had moved into the back of the shop.
"What do you think you're doing?" He murmured under his breath to Khyrie.
Khyrie glanced sideways. What do you know, not everyone is unobservant in this city. He turned to face the man, judging the distance to the door. "Only procuring breakfast. It's none of your concern; I suggest you keep from butting into other people's business."
Roman's eyebrows rose slowly as he sidestepped, getting in the way of the door and the thief.
"You're in my city now, thief. I suggest you either pay for your breakfast, or apologize for your rudeness. There's no reason to steal from those who work hard to earn what they can."
"You're the rude one. I have caused you no ill will, and you are only making a traveler's life more complicated. Besides, you're blocking the way for this good man's customers who would like to come in." Had his tail been free it would have been flicking in annoyance. Damned Knights and their code of honor.
"You've just proved how tactless your people are-" Roman shook his head, stepping out of the way to set the money for the roll he'd stolen on the counter. He then turned back around, resuming his previous shopping for his own breakfast.
Khyrie raised an eyebrow. "Tactless? You're the one that just wasted money. Why'd you do that?" Curiosity had the best of him at this point. Did that mean that if he took something else that this knight would pay for it? No wonder Nyx liked to visit Heilig.
"Because I know how many kids this man has to feed," Came Roman's growled reply.
"So? Kids can feed themselves you know." Somehow, he believed that that really didn't matter to the knight, but it was the truth of the fact. At least he had to feed himself.
"... I'm not going to have some philosophical discussion with you when it will obviously be a wasted effort, thief." He picked out the items he wanted and set them on the counter, patiently waiting for the man to return.
His eyes went cold. "Would you please stop calling me that, Knight? Referring to people in such a way is rude." His focus shifted to the task at hand. "Out of curiosity, could you tell me where I could find the Lord Master of this place?"
"Largest building is Ravensword." He pointed outside. "There's a town map outside. The keep is marked in purple." Roman glanced, eyes narrowed.
"Not willing to show a stranger about the town in this early morning light? Some chivalrous knight you are."
Roman turned around, lifting his chin slightly. "I'm not a knight, thief." Roman's voice had a tinge of growl, but it disappeared as the baker returned and he offered him the money. "Thank you-" He told him, before heading back out of the shop.
"Oh I see, you haven't been promoted yet. I guess with that attitude it makes perfect sense." He said following after Roman. Red eyes gleamed as he slipped his breakfast from his clothing and began to nibble on it.
"I've been promoted several times," Roman murmured, popping a bit of torn off bread into his mouth. "My attitude has nothing to do with that- my attitude is directed at the poor company following me."
"Well, the sooner you help me find Sir Xanas the sooner I am out of your hair - I think that's as direct as I can get." Khyrie smiled, enjoying the trip for the first time since he left Fire Mountain.
"Alright, sounds fair enough..." Roman murmured, turning down an alley to lead him in a short cut. "This way. Should take us 5 minutes."
"Fantastic!" He turned to follow the man. No fool himself, Khyrie kept his distance and let Roman lead the way. If anyone was going to jump them, he'd let the other take the brunt of the attack. "So what do I call you, Knight? I know you must have a name."
"Knight will do," Roman replied, turning out into the side street. He ducked under some hanging laundry, pushing it aside gently.
Khyire ignored the laundry, passing through it without a care. If it had been his size he would have taken a shirt to replace the dust covered one he wore. "Oh, come on! I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?"
"I have little use for a thief's name." Roman rolled his eyes, stepping onto the secondary road. Banners were flying here, leading up to the main keep. "Thank you, but no thanks."
"Hey, I don't hold your profession against you. So don't hold mine against me. Everyone has to make a living somehow." His gaze trailed up to the banners, the building was impressive, it would definitely make for a nice for when he returned home. "You never know when knowing someone will come in handy. No matter what their occupation is."
"Uh huh. Thank you for the tidbit of information. If you like, you can ask Sir Xanas my name." Roman turned into the main courtyard, holding the gate open for Kyrie. "Take the road to the stairs, ask for Sir Xanas."
"Not going to see me the entire way? How do I know I can trust a nameless man's word?" Khyrie glanced at the road and back to Roman. "I guess I'll have to keep following you."
Roman raised an eyebrow. "I have duties to attend to.. I've taken you to the keep as you've asked. Now go to the door and ask for Sir Xanas and a guard will take you the final steps."
"If you've steered me wrong, you'll regret it. I promise you that." He turned his attentions away from Roman and went inside the door.
Roman watched him go, then turned to head back into the city. The guard at the door glanced up as he approached.
"Good morning. State your business..."
Khyrie smiled as he approached. "Morning. I'm here to seek audience with Sir Xanas, regarding a manner of personal nature." This can't possibly be this easy.
The guard raised an eyebrow. "Name please?"
He held open the door, offering to let him inside.
"Hirkye Xyn." He said walking past the guard and proceeding into the keep. >_> Better to give a false name than to give his own.
The guard nodded, taking him in through the main hallways. "Please wait here-" He pointed, then disappeared within the second doors.
-___- Khyrie did his best to stand still, but being allowed inside, and unescorted left so many opportunities open. He glanced at the decor, curious if anyone would even notice if something was missing...at the same time he didn't want Nyx to have to end up bailing him out.
"You look a bit lost..." Came a voice from behind him. A very tall man was standing there patiently, eyebrows raised. Duel colored eyes stared intently at him.
Khyrie nearly jumped out of his skin. "No sir... I'm just waiting for an audience." He glanced up at the man, wishing there was more space between the two of them incase he should have to run.
"Oh?" He raised a pale eyebrow, white colored hair catching the light. "Who're you looking for... maybe I can help."
Crimson eyes judged the tall man for a moment, unsure as to trust the stranger or not. "I'm looking for Sir Xanas."
Xanas raised an eyebrow, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, it's your lucky day. You're found him."
Khyrie blinked. "You're Guildmaster Xanas? For some reason I imagined you differently."
Xan snorted. "Well, so sorry to disappoint you. How may I help you?"
"I'm not disappointed. Quite the contrary actually, this is a pleasant surprise." ^___^ The youth reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. "I've been sent to pick up a package for my Guildmaster from you."
Xan accepted the paper, scanning the writing for a few moments. "Oh? Let's see..."
Scrawled on the paper was Nyx's messy hand writing in his own neat little code, that basically came out to.
Send goodies home with my Kitten. I want him to learn a bit about the world away from my own underworld...maybe instill some morals in him and deter him for a bit. He could use some lessons in weapons too. I'm on vacation for a bit - so no rush. Thanks Xan!
~Calisan Nyx
Xan folded the paper, tucking it away. "Well, Khyrie... looks like your Guildmaster is away on vacation and let you in my charge."
"What? Thanks, but I don't need a goddamned babysitter just because my Guildmaster is on vacation. I'm just here to pick up my Guildmaster's package and I'm heading home." Khyrie looked stubbornly up at Xan.
"I wasn't considering it a babysitting job... more of a showing you around my keep and the school here. Has he taught you no manners?" Xan frowned softly, eyebrows raising.
Khyrie quieted. "I apologize." >_> He shifted his stance, thinking of his options. It wouldn't do well to leave a bad impression upon such a high power that could be a useful contact in the future. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay here a bit. But don't think for a moment that I'm going to convert from my guild to yours."
.... Xan frowned, leaning forward. "Boy, you got a lot to learn about 'my guild'." He turned, walking down the hallway. "I'll have someone show you a room. When you feel that you can speak to me with a civil and polite tongue, I will offer you and invite to dinner."
Khyrie sighed. Just great... I get to spend what few free time I get living with the metalheads. "Thank you sir," he growled under his breath.
There was a round of applause behind him.
He spun on heel to face his audience, scarf tails fluttering behind his head.
Roman lifted an eyebrow, leaning against the wall casually. "You are an abrasive snot."
"I don't need it to offer it," Roman replied, pushing off the wall to walk over to him. "I can't ******** off... I've been assigned to show you your room."
"You? Mr. won't show someone around the city unless he is made to?"
"Yes, me." Roman smirked, gesturing. "This way~"
A faint growl came from Khyrie, but it subsided as he followed Roman. "How kind of you to be so accommodating for a change."
"I was accomidating before, you little p***k." Roman replied in a sweet voice.
"Only after I wouldn't leave you be. I think that defeats the definition of accommodating." Khyrie felt his temper fade. He needed to think with a rational mind, especially when in foreign territories.
"Well, consider me adapting to the situation." He paused at a door, opening it for him. "My name is Roman."
"Why the sudden change, Roman? Cause his royal high-a** said so?" Khyrie said motioning with a thumb back in the direction they came from.
"I figured calling me 'knight' might get every other b*****d in this place looking to see if you were addressing them. It's easier, on both of us." Roman shrugged. "I have no problem with you."
-__- "You can call me Khyrie." He walked past Roman and into the room, glancing around.
"Nice to meet you, Khyrie-" Roman murmured, watching him glance around. "Need anything?"
"No, nothing besides a hot shower and a change of clothes." He said turning to face Roman. "So where's your room, should I have questions?"
Roman nodded down the hall. "It's at the end, has a big sheild on the door. Showers are to the right, room's clearly marked. There's clothes in the drawers there."
"So the showers aren't private?" His face had the look of surprise and concern.
Roman blinked, almost laughing. "Well, they are… they're just in another area. Your privacy is safe."
Khyrie relaxed. "Thanks. I appreciate the information." He walked over to the drawer and pulled out a set of clothes. "Where's the laundry room from here?"
"Just throw your stuff in the basket there," Roman pointed. "A maid will come by and take it."
"You have maids?!" He said in disbelief. Khyrie was taught that if you wanted to smell nice, you scrubbed your own clothes.
"Yeah, they're the boys who don't follow orders." Roman laughed. "It's a duty for those who get in trouble." He shrugged. "They do a good job."
He gave him a skeptical look. "Does it come back in one piece?"
"Yes." Roman rolled his eyes. "They're supervised. …if they mess anything up, it's out of their paycheck."
"Sounds like a good reason not to screw up." Khyrie took the clothes and went back out into the hall. "I guess I'll be seeing you around then, Roman."
"I guess," Roman watched him leave, then went back to his previous duties.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 1:15 pm
Guildmaster Nyx Riding Lessons! Write out 1-3 paragraphs on how your first day learning to ride went. (5GP) Prerequisite: Steal a Horse Mini Quest((RP over AIM w/ Ogre)) Greatful to get clean, Khyrie took his time getting the road dirt from his fur and ears. It felt good to be able to hear without the muffle of his scarf. What were you thinking Nyx? You know I don't mix well with do-gooders like these people. He scrubbed his scarf in the shower, it would have been nice to send it to the cleaner, but that would have made him even more the stranger in this place far from his home.
An hour later he was clean, dressed in the simple clothes that were in the drawer with his scarf tied like a bandana over his head, Khyrie resurfaced. After dropping his clothes in the basket, he sought out Roman - using his nose to follow the young Knight's scent.
Roman was sitting outside on a bench, watching some of his peers fighting in the main courtyard. He glanced up when Khyrie approached, eyebrow raised.
Khyrie gave Roman a brief wave, walking over to the bench. His eyes turned toward the fight, it was different than the way rouges fought, so straightforward...maybe that's why they were the way they were. "Hey."
"Hi." He shifted over, offering Khyrie a spot to sit beside him. "You don't smell like the road anymore."
"Gee, thanks. After traveling on foot for so many days you stop noticing it till you actually get clean." He sat down next to him, eyeing the practice. "I figured since you were the only person besides 'his magesty' I'd come bug you."
"His majesty?" Roman lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Khyrie.
"Sir Xanas, your Guildmaster...?" Khyrie said as if Roman was an idiot for not understanding what he meant.
"He's not a 'Majesty'... and it's highly disrespectful to speak of him so." Roman shook his head, looking back at the fighters.
"Forgive the disrespect. I didn't know you all didn't have any sense of humor." Khyrie remarked following Roman's gaze. "So is this how all of you fight?"
"It had nothing to do with humor; calling him the title of the King places him in danger and is not something that should be spoken lightly..." He shrugged. "Yes, this is how we fight. They're sparring right now... it's an off day for schooling so we're allowed to do as we please within boundaries."
"I guess that makes sense." He straightened himself up. "It's your day off and you're practicing? Why not live a little and have some fun?"
Roman smirked, shaking his head. "They are having fun-" He nodded toward them. The two fighting were smirking at one another, screaming out insults as they sparred. The ones watching were betting on either one, laughing as the attacked one another with less than connecting blows.
"And you're having fun watching them spar. Correct?" He sat back; perhaps it would be interesting had he been able to actually understand what they were saying. It was the only problem he found. Whenever he wore his scarf over his ears, he could never hear clearly, unless he was in close range. "So who do you think will win?"
"I'm not having fun, I'm just content in watching them act like idiots-" He laughed, shaking his head. "So far, I think the one on the right. He's got a lot more experience."
Khyrie gave him a look of surprise. "Not having fun? What's keeping you from it?" He eyed the two sparing. "Even with more experience the one on the left's form is better... at least from a thief's point of view."
"Well, watching them wasn't that fun- Talking to you seems to be making me happy. So, we'll see how that turns out." He shrugged again, watching the men. "You're right. But maybe the right knows a little more and can outfox him later."
"Oh really? And here I thought that you were too good for the company of a thief." Khyrie said with a smile, his attention wavering from Roman to the competition. "Interesting way to put it though. He'll have to either wear him down or get him to drop his guard though."
The two fighters ended up throwing their weapons down and just scrapping. The right tackled the left and they went down, crashing to the ground. Roman blinked, standing up so he could leap onto the bench to get a better view. "HA!"
Khyrie jumped up after Roman. "What just happened? Who won?"
Roman blinked, glancing at him with a grin. "You were right. Lefty won." He snorted, dropping back down off the bench. "Guess experience doesn't mean jack."
Khyrie grinned. "Experience counts for something as long as it is applied... at least that's what Nyx says." He jumped down to the ground. "So Roman, why not give me the tour? It seems as though I'm going to be here a while."
"Sure." Roman made his way back toward the halls. "Where your room is, are the dorms." He pointed that way. "This way is the kitchens and dining halls."
Khyrie's stomach made a noise at the mention of food. "That's always good to know. When are meal times?"
"Whenever you go in and ask for something," Roman replied. He glanced at him. "You hungry?"
"I'm always hungry… more so than usual thanks to a certain someone getting in my way this morning." Khyrie remarked with a shrug. "Don't worry about it. I'll eat later."
"You stole the roll," He lifted an eyebrow. "Had you intended on stealing more?" XD
"I had intended on stealing a roll, two sweet buns, and one of those pastries looking things by the time I was done. But that's the way it goes I guess." He grinned. "If I had, would you have paid for more or tried to turn me in?"
"Mmm... probably took you in myself." He grinned back, leaning him out another door. "This is the garden and field. That over there is the stables… and larger practice arenas."
"You'd had to have caught me first. But to each his own." ^_~ Khyrie looked out onto the field, feeling the chill breeze run through his still wet scarf. "You're guild certainly is quite open. Ours is more enclosed."
"You're thieves… I imagine that's part of the hidden mystique of it." Roman replied, looking out over the field.
"So what do you use all the space for? Does this guild have an army or something?"
"Perhaps." Roman laughed, pointing out to the stable. "We use the field to practice with the horses. Most of our combat happens on horseback as well as on foot."
"So you know how to ride? I have yet to get myself on horseback after the way my Guildmaster talks about them." His nose wrinkled at the faint scent on the wind from the stable.
"All of us do," Roman looked toward him, snickering. "If you want, I can teach you a little."
"And laugh as I fall off, right?" He said ginning back. "But seriously though, you'd be willing to take the time out and teach me?"
"Sure." He shrugged. "No problem. It's not that difficult. It's all about holding on with your legs. That's where the control is."
"Legs? I thought the control was in the reins." He turned toward the stable. "I guess I'm willing to give it a shot."
"...you wanna do it now?" Roman followed him, eyebrow raised.
Khyrie stopped dead. "It doesn't really matter to me. I just thought that since we were here and talking about it. But if you want to do it later, that works for me just fine."
"No, no... I'll do it now." Roman brushed past him, gesturing. "I know just the horse~"
"Why does that sound like a bad thing?" He followed after, slightly concerned.
"It's not, it's a good horse to learn." Roman lead him through the gates and into the training grounds. He held the stable door open. "After you."
He went inside first as was polite when asked. The smell of horse, hay, and leather was thick. It made his nose itch. "So many horses. So which one are you going to stick me on?"
"Mmmm, let's see." Roman walked along the stalls, coming to the last one. The horse was HUGE and black. It eyed them suspiciously. "Wait over there." He pointed.
Khyrie's eyes went wide at the sight of the thing. "That monster?!" He backed against the wall, happy to stay as far out of the way as possible.
Roman brushed the horse down, then put all it's tack and things on. He lead him outside, then swung up onto it's back. "Okay, c'mere."
Khyrie shook his head. "You have got to be kidding me." Even so, he walked cautiously over.
"No, come on. It won't let it hurt you." He leaned down a little, offering his hand out to him.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Khyrie skirted around the horse's head over to Roman and took the offered hand.
Roman laughed, grabbing his hand firmly and yanked him up in front of him on the horse. "Ok, get comfortable. I won't move until you're alright. The horse is fine; he won't and can't get you from here."
O_O; Khyrie shifted to where he was as comfortable as possible. He wished he had the use of his tail for balance instead of wrapped around one of his own legs. "O..okay. I think I'm settled."
Roman's hands slid around either side of his waist, grabbing the reins. "Okay, these are what tell the horse when to stop and gives a few commands. Go ahead and take them."
"What?!" He did his best not to panic, and carefully took hold of the reins. Khyrie did not move for fear that the animal would start walking without him. "Just as long as he keeps still I think I'm okay..."
"What do you fear?" Roman leaned slightly, voice beside his ear. "This horse is trained, it only responds to commands you will give it. You're alright." He released the reins, giving Khyrie full control. "Now, to direct him you use your thighs and legs." He placed a hand on Khyries right leg. "Give him a nudge with this, and he'll turn that way."
Khyrie flushed with the sudden contact. He highly doubted this was the way most people learned to ride. "I'm afraid of him freaking out on me and going running across the field." He held his breath a moment. "Alright, so just nudge him that way and he'll move." Ever so gently he nudged tapped the horse with his right heel.
The horses ears shot up, and he turned that direction, walking out. Roman laughed a little. "Even if he does, I'm still here. I'd keep you from flying away. See, he's just walking."
Khyrie squeezed the horse with both legs and grabbed the mane of the horse. He was not ready for the creature to start moving. O_O!! "So how do I stop him?" He restrained himself from sinking his claws into the animal.
"Squeezing your legs together is good, but you need to relax. Hand out of his hair and BACK on the reins." Roman replied, calm and cool from behind him.
Hesitantly he picked the reins back up, leaning against Roman for support. "Okay, I've got them."
"To stop him, gently but firmly pull back on the reins. Make sure you pull his head down, not up- or he'll stand up on his back feet."
"What?!" He pulled back on the reins hard, unused to the amount of pressure or what exactly Roman meant by down not up.
The horse yelped, taking three huge steps backward. Roman's hands snapped out, coming over Khyries and pulling his head DOWN, stopping him. "Oh now, easy... like this." o_<;;
Khyrie froze. "I'm sorry! I just wanted to stop him!" With Roman's hands gone from his waist, he felt himself loosing his seat. Quickly he squeezed his legs tight about the horse, kicking it with both heels.
The horse let out a snarl, head forward as it lunged and broke into a full out run. Roman fought to keep HIMSELF on, one arm tightly around Khyries waist as the other was snatching for the reins. "Ack..."
Khyrie's claws went into the horse's shoulders, in his attempt to hold on. All the while not helping the situation at all. "Stop him ROMAN!!"
"I'm trying!" Roman snarled as the horse screamed and took a fence in one leap. O_O;;
Khyrie felt his a** leave the horse causing him to dig his claws in further. The scarf fluttered behind him in the rush of the wind, right in Roman's face. "Well try harder!!"
"Get that bloody scarf out of my face," Roman flailed, snatching it away. He grabbed the reins, jerking back as hard as he could. The horse's feet caught the earth, snapping it to a halt sending Roman slamming into the back of Khyrie with a grunt.
Khyrie felt his claws slip from the horse as he fell forward. Eyes wild he laid on the horse's mane a moment in an attempt to regain his composure, his body shaking from the adrenaline of fear. "You...you okay Roman?"
Roman grunted, laying on top of him. "Yeah, I think so. You?"
"Hail enough. I just need solid ground I think...where's my scarf?" Khyrie knew there was nothing he could do about his ears now… he just wanted to be sure his lucky scarf was still in one piece.
Roman offered it over, sitting up off the other boy. "Nice ears."
Khyrie shifted to face Roman, his ears going flat. "Thanks." he responded, his voice flat. Taking the scarf, he retied it over his head, hiding the ears back under it. "I think I've had enough riding lessons for today."
"Are you mad?" Roman was confused.
"No... I just don't like people staring at me. It's bad enough that Nyx treats me like I'm his own personal pet." He sighed, and turned to sit correctly on the horse.
"I didn't mean any harm," Roman murmured. "Sorry." He took the reins, turning the horse back around.
"No harm done, Roman." He said over his shoulder. "Thanks for giving me my first riding lesson...perhaps we can start over tomorrow, without me freaking out so much. After that leap we took I think that a slow walk is just fine." He leaned back against Roman, relaxing after the rush.
"No problem." Roman kept the horse at a walk, moving back the long way to the stable... since they'd jumped a couple of fences in the short cut.
"How far out are we?" He glanced up at the other boy, exhausted from the experience.
"We're a couple miles from the main camp." Roman replied, pointing out toward the banners over the hilltop. "It's just up there."
"Sorry for freaking out earlier. I promise I'll wear gloves or something next time." He closed his eyes a moment. "Do me a favor though? Don't tell anyone about my ears."
"I have no reason to mention it," Roman replied coolly. They had a few fence lines to clear before the keep came into view again.
"I appreciate that." He sat back up straight and put his hands over Roman's on the reins. "You just steer and I'll get used to how you hold them."
"Alright," Roman nodded, guiding the horse along. It was calming down now after all that chaos and being clawed. It's ears were flicking forward again, listening and wanting to get the grass instead of walking forward. "Why do you panic around horses?"
"I've never been around them, they're big, and can easily trample you. The city streets where I'm from are pretty narrow, with the Bazaar in the center full of people doing their business. It's hard to get a horse through all that mess, and most kids who get underfoot get hurt. I've seen some of the injuries my guild-mates sustained, and they're not pretty. Only people who travel a lot or have to make deliveries own them."
"I see," Roman sighed. "There's no need to fear them. True, they can hurt you if you don't know what you're doing- but the same can be said of someone you're stealing from... or a person you have to fight. If you go at it already frightened... you're going to lose the battle."
"I guess that makes sense... but at least with objects and people I know how to judge them. Animals are a completely different subject." Khyrie started to feel the rhythm of the horse's footfalls, and only stiffened when the horse snorted. "How long have you been riding?"
"Mmm... since I was about five or six. My mentor would take me out every other day just to get used to the animals. I guess that's why they don't bother me so much. Sorry if I started you off a little too soon, I'm just not used to someone who has so little experience around them." Roman pulled lightly on the reins, getting the horses attention as it had begun to stray toward a bush of berries.
"It's alright; better to rip the bandage off all at once than to go slowly, it tends to hurt less that way. But it's neat that you had the experience to be around them. Nyx hates riding, so it tends to limit our experiences even more." Khyrie let loose of the reins and reached over the side of the horse to pick a few of the berries in their passing. "Want some?"
"What are they?" Roman blinked, eyebrow raised. "How do you know if it's poisonous or not? Last season a guy got sick off of something out here."
"It's just some thistlefruit. See how it's not milky where I cut the plant and how the leaves are shaped like stars? It's one of the more common fruits that grow out here. Poisonous ones will often leave sticky milk like residue on your fingers where the plant was cut. The violet color means that it's ripe." He held out a few of the berry like fruits for Roman.
"Oh," Roman took a couple, sniffing them before looking up to see if Khyrie was eating his. "They smell okay."
Khyrie laughed and popped one in his mouth. "Trust me on this! I definitely know my poisons." ^_~
The juice of the berried still in his hand stained his fingers, but didn't seem to bother him.
Roman watched him for another moment before following suit, eating his with a funny expression. It tasted a little odd, but in the end, it wasn't bad. "Tangy…" ;b
"Hahahaha! Yes, but they don't take the skin off your tongue like mustang grapes, and can get you by on an empty stomach just fine." He finished the last few in his hand, wiping off the juice from his hands onto his pants. "You don't eat many wild things, do you?"
"No... we've got a big kitchen-" Roman replied, shaking his head. "Haven't found need to eat odd weeds."
"They're not odd weeds, just unusual. We get them imported into the market occasionally. Most succulent fruits like this don't grow well in a desert." He turned his attentions back forward. "At least you have a kitchen, at a certain age your expected to go out and find your own meal, and if you fail you go to bed hungry. It's a real quick way to learn to be quick."
"... Ah." He couldn't really say what he wanted to about that, because well.. that was the life he'd chosen to live. "I guess it has it's advantages. You're encouraged to eat whatever you like here in our kitchens... you don't have to steal it."
"Good to know the food is free. So, what is the usual routine around here?" He shifted so he could look at Roman when he spoke.
"Well, right now we're in festival time... so it's a lot of tournaments and wandering around the market district. I usually take this time to volunteer as a guard down there for extra money." He shrugged. "We practice half the day and spend the rest inside learning tactics and reading."
"Sounds like it could be interesting. Are you competing in anything?" The idea of spending half the day learning tactics seemed like a bore, so he focused on the more enjoyable subject instead.
"I usually enter the blades and archery tournaments; this year I'm in the horsemanship as well." Roman grinned, rather proud of his previous year marks at these functions.
"Oh? What do you get if you win? A kiss from a maiden or perhaps something of monetary value?" Khyrie said turning all the way around on the horse, switching his legs so that he was riding backwards where he could talk easily without straining his neck.
"Not many maidens around here worth kissing," Roman replied, eyebrow raised as Kyhrie shifted to face him. It was more than a little distracting. He glanced up for a moment, recollecting himself. "We get a little medal, some cash, and bragging rights."
"And that's where the real value comes in - those bragging rights. Are the games closed only to students or is anyone allowed to participate?" His crimson eyes lit up with the excitement of a challenge.
Roman turned, looking back at him with a smirk. "Eager to get one over on us 'knights' already?"
"I just thought it would be something to do while I was here. What? Worried that I might best you at something?" He grinned.
"Maybe." Roman turned the horse a little, leading him back into the second main field. "You're more than welcome to join… you just have to register with Lord Xanas."
"Register to join your guild?" That was one thing he was not willing to do. "Or just register for the games?"
"Register for the games." Roman frowned. "You really are paranoid about having to switch guilds. You know that's damn near impossible at your age."
"Good to know. Here I thought that guilds would accept new recruits at any age. Besides, I'm not that old. I just age faster than most because of my blood." He relaxed, grinning. "I guess then when we get back I'll see about registering for the games." ^___^
"Good plan." Roman nodded. "You don't have to worry about having to switch... most guilds prefer their recruits way younger. Loyalty lies in grooming them from childhood. It would be a little odd to start somewhere else with experience and love of one other guild, hmm?"
"That does make sense. You know, you're not that bad for a metal-head knight - actually, it's quite refreshing to know that I don't have to discern the truth from the lies.
"Mmm.. thanks, I guess." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'll take that as a compliment." The stables were just ahead, so he pulled the horse to a stop and glanced back at Khyrie. "Well, this is it. I hope it wasn't THAT bad of an experience for your first time."
"Nah, it got better once we had gone over the fences." He slid off the horse and dusted himself off. "I'll wait for you here while you put that animal away."
Roman nodded, leading the beast back into the stable.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:39 pm
((RP over AIM w/ Ogre))
It was a while later when he reappeared, dusting his hands free.
"I hope I didn't hurt him too badly. I know I sunk my claws in his neck." Khyrie remarked from where he sat in the grass, one ear turned toward Roman the other sifted to the side to listen for anything unusual. His scarf hung loosely about his shoulders.
"Nah, he's got thick skin." Roman shrugged, walking over to offer his hand out to him. "He'll get over it. Most of the knights wear spurs, so don't worry about your claws. He was just startled- as much as you were."
"Good to know." He took the offered hand, bracing himself to stand.
Roman tugged him up, nodding at the ears. "Why you so sensitive about people seeing them?"
"As a thief you work hard to make yourself as nondescript as possible... people seeing them means someone can go - 'it was that kid with the cat ears' and then everyone will know who did it. Covering them keeps me safe. Besides, it's not exactly normal...and that leaves people to stare at me." He threw his scarf over his shoulder, double-checking the pins holding it together.
"Ah, I see..." He stepped around him, moving back toward the keep. "I think they're interesting." He grinned over his shoulder, moving onto the cobblestone walkway.
"Oh?" He jogged after him. "If you think those are interesting you should see the tail. The thing gets fluffier every day it seems." >_<
"Fluffy tail?" Roman blinked, stopping. "Where the hell do you hide it then?" He looked down, then back up at him...................XD
"It's wrapped around my left leg at the moment." Khyrie said walking past Roman and turning to walk backwards. "How about you? You got any secrets that you don't share?"
"I steal sweet after hours from the pantry," Roman replied with a wicked smile. "That's about it. I'm just as bad with getting into fights... but that's no secret."
"You actually steal something? No wonder you're not that bad. There's a bit of a thief in you yet! Hahaha." He spun on heel and dropped into step with Roman. "You getting into fights is a surprise to me after how well this afternoon has gone, but then I think I can believe you capable of it after this morning's encounter."
"What do you mean?" Roman clasped his hands behind him, keeping past with him. "I've got a temper, just like everyone else."
"I mean your tone of voice and your mannerisms. Don't take it personally, but if you treat all strangers that way it's a sure way to start a fight." Khyrie winked.
Roman laughed. "I only treat strangers stealing from my friends like that." :b
XD "Sorry, I didn't know he was a friend of yours. But you're going to have to get used to me stealing - it's a habit I'm incapable of breaking, just like you guys and carrying your sword everywhere."
"Fair enough," Roman replied. "I guess I can overlook it for a friend."
Khyrie threw an arm over Roman's shoulder. "Nice to know I've been upgraded from common thief to friend." ^_~ "So, friend, how about that food you mentioned earlier? I'm starved."
Roman grunted, turning his head to flick a look at him. "Sure, kitchen is back this way..." He led him back into the building, through the hallway to the huge set of kitchens. The mess hall was set up in a sort of... self service lines of foods set out. "Take your pick."
Khyrie leapt from Roman's side to the line. He returned a moment later with a plate heaped with various foods. "Where's yours?"
"My what...?" Roman raised an eyebrow, looking at the plate with an amused grin.
"Your plate? You are eating right?" Khyrie said picking up a roll and nibbling on it.
Roman nodded, pointing to a table Khyrie could inhabit while he went to get his own meal.
Khyrie slid over to the table, taking a seat where he felt most comfortable. With the prospects of food he had forgotten all about covering his ears.
Roman flopped in beside him, setting his plate down and began to eat. ~o~
After gulping down the first half of his plate he took the second one at a slower pace, still hovering over the food as if someone would snatch it away. "This is delicious...you guys get to eat like this every day?"
"More or less, it's fancier around holidays." Roman shrugged, picking at his meal idly. He drank more of his water than anything else, amusedly watching his friend wolf down food.
"It gets nicer than this?" Khyrie picked up Roman's water glass and sipped from it - having forgotten his own drink in the rush to get food.
Roman raised an eyebrow, watching his water getting drank. "Yeah, during the holidays. Far more elaborate... we even get a bit of alcohol."
"So you don't get alcohol normally? That kind of sucks." He set the water down and resumed eating his meal till the plate was clear, happy to actually have a full belly for the first time in forever.
"Well, it's a privilege to be allowed to drink-" He shrugged, eyeing him curiously.
"A privilege? Look, when are lights out tonight?" He asked lowering his voice.
"It's festival, we're encouraged to be in bed before sunrise tomorrow..." He blinked, tilting his head at the catboy. "Why, what are you plotting?"
"Taking you out for a couple of drinks of course! What else would I be plotting?" ^_~ He grinned, stabbing a piece of fruit off of Roman's plate with his fork. "Nice to know there is no curfew tonight."
"You're taking ME out to drink?" Roman snorted. "What, you do a lot of drinking in the Fire Mountain?" He stood, taking his NOW empty plate to the counter to leave it to be cleaned.
"Well, kind of. You'd have to pick the place, but I'd cover it. And no, we don't do a lot of drinking, but it's nice to have a drink and relax a while." He stood, following Roman's example. "But if you don't want to that's fine, we can always go some other time. I just thought it would be fun."
"No no, that sounds fun." Roman glanced at him, grinning. "When did you wanna go?"
"I dunno, is there any place in particular that you like? After all I don't know this city at all, and you do." Khyrie pulled his scarf from around his neck and retied it over his ears. "And money is no problem." ^_~
"Well, we drink here at the keep... so any place out in the city is new to me.." He shrugged, heading out toward the gates to the city. "I guess we can try some places."
"Hahaha! Sounds like fun. On the way I'll pick us up enough cash to where anyplace is affordable!" He happily trotted after his new found friend.
"You're going to steal it, aren't you?" Roman glanced at him, eyebrow raised.
"I'm going to make an honest living, besides you said you'd look the other way if I did steal anything." Khyrie winked at the other boy. "If it bothers you that much then I won't steal a thing, just con people out of their money. Personally I think the other way is a bit less obtrusive."
"Nah, do your thing-" Roman waved him on, following along casually.
Khyrie nodded and disappeared into the streets. Cutting purses was something he had done as a child, and in a city so used to honest people it was easier than he thought...even with having to avoid the knights on duty. He would not misjudge the observance of such people again, especially not after this morning. Five purses later he reappeared at Roman's side. "Miss me?" ^_______^
"Of course," Roman replied, glancing up from where he'd been scanning carts and wares nearby. "Find what you needed?"
Khyrie tossed the purses in his hand, giving Roman a glimpse. "Yeah, I'd say we're good." He combined the coins into one bag and let it disappear into his clothes. "So did you pick a place?"
"That one over there looks pretty popular." Roman nodded to a bar, the emblem of a silver feather crossed with a sword hanging out front.
"Good eye. Anyplace that popular can't be bad or it wouldn't have such a large clientele." He turned in the direction of the Sword & Feather his curiosity peaked.
Roman nodded, following after him. "Yeah, my thoughts exactly. I figure if that many people like it… shouldn't have problems getting a decent drink there."
Khyrie pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was hazy with smoke, several people played a game of darts in a corner with others betting on the players. A young waitress floated by with a tray of drinks, passing them out and then disappearing in the back for the new rounds that were ordered in her passing. Overall, the atmosphere was what Khyrie considered rather nice. "Good choice my friend!" He moved in the direction of a small table for two set near the dart game so they could watch.
Roman followed, weaving through the people and keeping his cloak out of the way. He flopped down beside Khyrie, watching the dart players for a few moments before the waitress appeared to get their drink orders. He glanced at Khyrie, gesturing. "Order us something, then..."
"We'd like to start with mugs of your finest ale, and not that pisswater s**t that you give to the drunks who know no better... with a side shot of Dragon's Breath." Khyrie said with hand gestures. He turned back to Roman after the waitress disappeared. "That should be a good start. What do you think?"
Roman blinked, eyebrow raised. "Uh... yeah, sure. Sounds fine to me." He had no idea what any of that was, aside from Ale. He'd had it once.
Khyrie laughed and motioned over to the three guys playing darts. "The games get more interesting as people drink, and come up with new rules of their own. The guy on the right is starting to waiver now, wait till later."
"Oh?" Roman looked over, eyebrows raised as he observed the game. They were drunk, and really having a good time. He smiled at their antics.
"Do you play with darts or daggers? Or are you more the type to play pool?" He asked removing his scarf from his head and throwing it over his neck.
"Never played any of that, actually..." He shrugged. "I play outside, with swords and horses."
"Never?! Come on, let's procure that pool table over there." Khyrie motioned to one that had just became free as the last game ended with one guy loosing all his money. "The waitress will bring us our drinks. - consider it my way of paying back the riding lesson." ^_~
"Oh?" He blinked, following after him. "What's that supposed to mean... you liked that experience, admit it."
"I did, and you're going to like this one too I think." He walked over to the sticks and pulled a few off the wall, rolling them across the table for balance. "Check the weight of that and be sure it isn't to light or heavy in your hand."
Roman did so, nodding. "Feels alright to me. So, explain this game to me."
"Alright, so using the stick you want to hit that white ball directing it to hit one of your balls. Now you are either solids or stripes and that is decided by who puts the first ball in one of these pockets. If the white ball goes in a pocket, it's called a scratch and it becomes my turn to try. When you get one of your balls in the pocket you can keep going till you miss, then it becomes the next players turn." He walked around the table and began setting up the balls in the triangle. "To start the game I will set and you will break, meaning you get to hit the white ball first and break this formation with a hope to get as many balls of one type in a pocket as possible. Now the black ball is the the 8 ball, I like to call it the death ball - if you sink it before all the others of your kind go in a pocket you loose. To win you must sink it after all the others are gone. Make sense?" He removed the triangle leaving the balls set up. "Now if when you play you hold the cue like this." He motioned for Roman to follow his example. "It gives you more control in your shots."
Roman stared blankly, then looked back at Khyrie. "So basically... you want me to hit the white ball with this little a** stick, and knock those balls into the corners."
Khyrie nodded. "Yeah, that's the basic point of the game." The waitress came over and set down both mugs of ale and shots on the table next to them. He lifted the shot in a toast. "Here's to new friends!"
Roman followed him, lifting the shot. "To friends." He downed the entire thing, eyes widening as he coughed the rest down. "Tch, what the hell?!"
"Hahaha, breath. Here drink your ale, it will dull the burn." He held out the mug to his friend, sipping a bit of his own. "Your first Dragon's Breath? Good thing you don't smoke or you'd really be drinking fire."
Roman gulped down the ale, eyes watering slightly. "No s**t-" He managed after a while. "Tch, what the hell was that?"
"It was just a strong shot of a very expensive alcohol. Don't worry I won't order us anything quite as hot as that again. It's just a good way to start the evening off." He set his ale aside and went around to the back of the table. "You get first shot."
Roman nodded, finishing the ale before ordering another. He glanced over the board, finding one of the balls he wanted to go for and attempted to hit it. The 7 rolled across the table, bouncing off the edges... not going in. ".... Hm."
"Nice try, but aim next time. It's simply calculating where you want to drive your enemy." Khyrie aimed for the wall, letting the ball strike it before sinking the 10. "Just follow the line and figure where to strike." The next ball he went for he scratched, sinking the white ball. "You're go." Khyrie grinned and finished his ale, ordering another with a note to the waitress to bring them somthing stronger the next time around.
Roman nodded, finding one of the balls that was easy to get in. He did as he'd been instructed, sinking the seven this time. "HA!" He stepped around the table, sinking another before ******** up with a curse. "...you go~"
"See, you're starting to get the hang of it!" The game proceeded with Khyrie sinking three more of his own before sinking one of Roman's. "Damnit! I should stick to my own enemies..instead of yours."
"What's that mean?" Roman raised an eyebrow, in the middle of his fifth shot of crazy poison. "That mean I win?"
"You wish! That just means it's your turn and you have one less ball to sink and I have to take another shot." How the game had progressed to a shot game wasn't important, so long as they were having fun.
Roman pondered that for a moment, then said ******** it and continued hitting the balls. He got a couple and missed the final one, frowning. "Well s**t."
"Hahahaha! You're turn to drink!" He held out a shot of some clear liquid out to Roman, doing his best not to spill it before it got to him. "I'll finish the game then... for both of us!" He lined himself up and hit the ball, letting it ricochet around the table before going into a corner pocket. "We win!!"
Roman took the shot, feeling far more happy than he'd ever felt... for some reason. "This is...good." o0o
"See! Told you, you'd like it! Here, gimme your cue and I'll put it up." He walked over to Roman to take the cue from the other boy.
Roman offered it out to him, finishing off his last cup of ale. It was starting to become hard to stand up right without leaning on something or someone. "Okay~" Laaaaaa.
He put the pool cue away and went back to his friend. All concept of time was gone from his mind. "Hokay Roman, we should probably go home, I think that we've both had a little too... much." Khyrie was far beyond caring, but he knew that the sun had set long since into the horizon.
"Yeah, good point-" Roman started to make his way out and paused. "...where do we live?"
"Hahahaha!!! Ah I'm sure we will be able to ask someone for directions back to the dorms." He walked over to Roman and put an arm around the guy's shoulder, incase he should need someone to lean on. "Let's just take this slow."
"Are you am as I drunk?" Roman asked, walking out with him into the street. He turned around, looking at all the shiny lights as they walked. As far as he knew, the dorms where up up up in the sky.
"Not quite so much, but I'm happy none the less... This way, I remember going passed that building there." He tugged Roman with him, laughing at the antics of his friend. Hopefully this city didn't charge for public intoxication. "No, no, this way Roman... This way."
"But this way is so much more ...pretty." Roman murmured, pointing toward the twinkling lights of a shop.
"Yeah, but that's not where we're going to sleep tonight." Khyrie pulled Roman with one hand, and headed towards one of the Knights he had seen walk past. "Excuse me sir! Knight Sir. Umn.. We're a bit lost, can you tell us the way back to the keep??"
The knight eyed them both, then turned to give him directions. "Just up the path, then take a left. You should see the gates and torches from there."
"Thank you! C'mon, you heard the guy, we just gotta go this way and make a left." Khyrie took Roman's hand, using all his strength to pull him away from the distraction of nightlife. He's introduce him to the street of lights another day, it was too close to sunup for his tastes to remain out. "I think I see it ahead, the fluttering butterflies there."
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