✿ X X X L O C A T I O N X: : X Marketplace X X X X X X C O M P A N Y X : : X Iless X X X X X X M O O D X : : X Curious X X X✿
☁ X X X L O C A T I O N X: : X Tavern X X X X X X C O M P A N Y X : : X Xago, Klonus, Zuki X X X X X X M O O D X : : X Calm X X X☁
The purple haired girl's demeanor came off as generally soft-spoken and shy to Lacie at the moment. Her fidgeting behavior was perhaps the main reason behind Lacie's judgment, but the way she spoke seemed to further her opinion.
"Well...actually," Lacie eyed the 'help wanted' sign left out front of the tavern that was now in the girl's hand. The tavern keep crossed her arms and nodded in understanding. "I came here to inquire about getting a job?"
As the girl approached, Lacie relaxed her demeanor ever so slightly, remaining in the rigid posture she had developed after centuries of practice. Her face seemed less tense, however, as her consistently furrowed eyebrows loosened into a more relaxed and raised appearance.
"I would hope you are the ones I would need to talk about it?" Lacie nodded yet again.
"I am the keeper of the tavern, Lacie Shields. So I am the one you would need to talk to about such a thing," She admitted, controlling her voice's natural influx to add more vocal emphasis than necessary. The girl seemed normal, human, and friendly. As far as Lacie felt, she seemed like a decent enough person to work at a tavern. It might require the girl to grow a bit of a thick skin and figure out how to handle more testy customers, but aside from that the job of a tavern employee didn't require much experience.
"You are till looking for help, correct?" The girl inquired, to which Lacie nodded her head again.
"I have temporary help for tonight, but I am looking for a more consistent set of employees, so yes." Lacie's voice remained consistently at the same tone.
"I don't know what you're looking for...b-but I am sure...I can be of some assistance." Lacie would be lying if she didn't admit to having a softer side for girls, particularly when it came to their determination. She let her guard down easier around women and fellow female warriors. She seemed almost enthusiastic--almost--to hear the girl's willingness. As Klonus came down and asked for a drink, to which Xago responded, allowing Lacie to remain focused on the girl at hand. Lacie grabbed the help wanted sign and placed it inside one of the bar drawers.
"Working in a tavern generally does not require previous experience. It truly only needs patience and the ability to fend for yourself and others when the crowd gets rough," She explained, her eyes drifting to the fire. The list of employees who died while on the job was longer than most would expect, but Lacie decided to take it upon herself to act as the muscle of the tavern. Defending the defenseless for an entire nation had been her job for several centuries. Decreasing the amount to simply those inside her tavern should be much easier. Even so, having employees that can fend for themselves would be a benefit on her behalf. Focusing back on the idea of hiring the young girl, Lacie looked at the two men in the room with them. "I admire your will. It says much about a person--more so than appearances ever could...This is Xago and Klonus. They are currently hired to assist me in the grand re-opening tonight. May I ask for your name?"
“You certainly do have a way with words, don’t you, Markus?” A chuckle escaped the deity's lips, stirring a wide grin on Markus' own face. Being a bard, it had been a part of his travels to be seen as a soothsaying diplomat or scholar. Even before, the art of being a performer for several centuries was more than enough to make him suave in diction and tone.
“I’m sure you’ve used such lines on others before.” The tone was teasing in a comfortably familiar tone. Almost as if Iless was an old friend come to banter with the egocentric Markus yet again after ages of separation. Markus simply shrugged, his beaming smile feigning innocence. It was his own way of not denying the claims of his flirtatious nature.
“As to my reason for being here…well, it’s a complicated matter. But it’s a matter of my own emotions rather than a great battle.” Markus was curious as to how Iless would continue to explain. A god of war coming to the realm for an emotionally driven conquest was something out of folklore. “I’m looking for someone. Someone to be my partner through the ages…to a god, it is foolish. But I was never known for being smart.”
Markus almost wanted to laugh at such a childish desire, though his cocked eyebrow was more than enough to explain his sentiment on such a plan. One partner? Through eternity? It sounded impossible. People change regardless of their age, especially as society evolves. Mindsets, politics, desires--they all change so often, Markus couldn't imagine adding another soul on top of that. Even so, belittling the desires of a god was still rude in his mind. While he could perhaps live forever, a god such as Iless could find a way to slaughter him so elegantly, he wouldn't know his soul had passed until the looming shadow of Death himself hugged him and greeted him as his grandson.
“We are acquainted, but perhaps we could become more so.” Now was the time for Markus to let out a laugh. Pursuing a partner for eternity was none of Markus' business, but believing he could be such a thing? Nobody on this continent or the next would even attempt such a difficult trial.
"I could not promise to be a candidate in your search for an eternal love, but perhaps tonight may suffice," Markus boldly offered. He was not a man to hide his own intentions to those who already understand the game he plays. Eternity was not his game plan, even if the strings of fate state otherwise. For now, his face looked down upon Iless' own. He was a handsome man indeed. Mortals wane in comparison to such genuinely ethereal features.
“I’ve heard of a marvelous dancer living here, I can only assume that it must be you. You have a most exquisite form." It was Iless' turn to observe Markus, bringing a sense of pride in the (relatively) young half-fae man. His performances were one of the few things Markus could gloat about in front of his parents, but for a deity to have such knowledge did more than stroke his ego.
"I see I'm not the only one who caters others with flattery, though the words of a god are perhaps more meaningful than that of a bard." Markus ruffled his locks as Iless continued to observe him. "I perform tonight at the Wood Shield Tavern. Perhaps you could grace us with your presence?" His eyes glinted with excitement, so lost in the thrills of compliments that he had completely forgotten a previous engagement he offered to a beautiful redhead.
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"Well...actually," Lacie eyed the 'help wanted' sign left out front of the tavern that was now in the girl's hand. The tavern keep crossed her arms and nodded in understanding. "I came here to inquire about getting a job?"
As the girl approached, Lacie relaxed her demeanor ever so slightly, remaining in the rigid posture she had developed after centuries of practice. Her face seemed less tense, however, as her consistently furrowed eyebrows loosened into a more relaxed and raised appearance.
"I would hope you are the ones I would need to talk about it?" Lacie nodded yet again.
"I am the keeper of the tavern, Lacie Shields. So I am the one you would need to talk to about such a thing," She admitted, controlling her voice's natural influx to add more vocal emphasis than necessary. The girl seemed normal, human, and friendly. As far as Lacie felt, she seemed like a decent enough person to work at a tavern. It might require the girl to grow a bit of a thick skin and figure out how to handle more testy customers, but aside from that the job of a tavern employee didn't require much experience.
"You are till looking for help, correct?" The girl inquired, to which Lacie nodded her head again.
"I have temporary help for tonight, but I am looking for a more consistent set of employees, so yes." Lacie's voice remained consistently at the same tone.
"I don't know what you're looking for...b-but I am sure...I can be of some assistance." Lacie would be lying if she didn't admit to having a softer side for girls, particularly when it came to their determination. She let her guard down easier around women and fellow female warriors. She seemed almost enthusiastic--almost--to hear the girl's willingness. As Klonus came down and asked for a drink, to which Xago responded, allowing Lacie to remain focused on the girl at hand. Lacie grabbed the help wanted sign and placed it inside one of the bar drawers.
"Working in a tavern generally does not require previous experience. It truly only needs patience and the ability to fend for yourself and others when the crowd gets rough," She explained, her eyes drifting to the fire. The list of employees who died while on the job was longer than most would expect, but Lacie decided to take it upon herself to act as the muscle of the tavern. Defending the defenseless for an entire nation had been her job for several centuries. Decreasing the amount to simply those inside her tavern should be much easier. Even so, having employees that can fend for themselves would be a benefit on her behalf. Focusing back on the idea of hiring the young girl, Lacie looked at the two men in the room with them. "I admire your will. It says much about a person--more so than appearances ever could...This is Xago and Klonus. They are currently hired to assist me in the grand re-opening tonight. May I ask for your name?"
“I’m sure you’ve used such lines on others before.” The tone was teasing in a comfortably familiar tone. Almost as if Iless was an old friend come to banter with the egocentric Markus yet again after ages of separation. Markus simply shrugged, his beaming smile feigning innocence. It was his own way of not denying the claims of his flirtatious nature.
“As to my reason for being here…well, it’s a complicated matter. But it’s a matter of my own emotions rather than a great battle.” Markus was curious as to how Iless would continue to explain. A god of war coming to the realm for an emotionally driven conquest was something out of folklore. “I’m looking for someone. Someone to be my partner through the ages…to a god, it is foolish. But I was never known for being smart.”
Markus almost wanted to laugh at such a childish desire, though his cocked eyebrow was more than enough to explain his sentiment on such a plan. One partner? Through eternity? It sounded impossible. People change regardless of their age, especially as society evolves. Mindsets, politics, desires--they all change so often, Markus couldn't imagine adding another soul on top of that. Even so, belittling the desires of a god was still rude in his mind. While he could perhaps live forever, a god such as Iless could find a way to slaughter him so elegantly, he wouldn't know his soul had passed until the looming shadow of Death himself hugged him and greeted him as his grandson.
“We are acquainted, but perhaps we could become more so.” Now was the time for Markus to let out a laugh. Pursuing a partner for eternity was none of Markus' business, but believing he could be such a thing? Nobody on this continent or the next would even attempt such a difficult trial.
"I could not promise to be a candidate in your search for an eternal love, but perhaps tonight may suffice," Markus boldly offered. He was not a man to hide his own intentions to those who already understand the game he plays. Eternity was not his game plan, even if the strings of fate state otherwise. For now, his face looked down upon Iless' own. He was a handsome man indeed. Mortals wane in comparison to such genuinely ethereal features.
“I’ve heard of a marvelous dancer living here, I can only assume that it must be you. You have a most exquisite form." It was Iless' turn to observe Markus, bringing a sense of pride in the (relatively) young half-fae man. His performances were one of the few things Markus could gloat about in front of his parents, but for a deity to have such knowledge did more than stroke his ego.
"I see I'm not the only one who caters others with flattery, though the words of a god are perhaps more meaningful than that of a bard." Markus ruffled his locks as Iless continued to observe him. "I perform tonight at the Wood Shield Tavern. Perhaps you could grace us with your presence?" His eyes glinted with excitement, so lost in the thrills of compliments that he had completely forgotten a previous engagement he offered to a beautiful redhead.
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〔 Out Of Character: n/a 〕
