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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 15, 2009 14:38:14 GMT -8
(You guys can continue to RP here for the moment being; I'll make a plot post once I know which library you want to go to first. This is for the people who are looking to help Vecna.)
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Post by Myridd on Apr 15, 2009 15:08:18 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella looks up from the wine list, and smiles slightly as she notices Desmond. "The wine here is terrible, Des dear. I should pick the lodgings when we travel."
She smiles slyly, stands, and walks over to him. "Your wings, Where have they gone?" Carmella asks in mock surprise, walking behind him and running her hand along his backplate. "You.. you look almost human."
When she faces him again, she smiles coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you last night."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 15, 2009 15:09:45 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "Well, Miss Snow, tell me. Which of the libraries is closest?" the deva asks, his silver wings unfurling slightly. The sight of his companion in full plate seems to cause him a minor discomfort, and his back twitches every time he glances in his direction.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 15, 2009 15:15:28 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella untangles herself from Desmond, and looks over at Roland, a little surprised because she had not seen him walk up. She takes a moment to compose herself, and than her coy smile appears back on her face.
"We will not have to travel far for that one. It is supposed to be located in this very city." Carmella states, sounding knowledgeable. (int 16) "I thought we could leave after breakfast."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 15, 2009 15:21:10 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "Hm, yes after breakfast..." the deva offers a smile at the two, before sitting down at the table and ordering a bowl of stew. "So, exactly what do you know about these libraries?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 15, 2009 19:13:56 GMT -8
The Wanderer
'Desmond' winks at the pale lady's comment about the previous night, before taking a seat at the table, setting down a visored greathelm that can only be described as nondescript, "Just bread," he instructs a passing barwench.
"The stew here is. . . passable," He tells the songstress, "Though still not up to my taste."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 16, 2009 9:18:45 GMT -8
The Base
As the group considers their next move, a scraggly human bursts through the door. "Barkeep! Ale!" Id growls as he pulls himself onto a stool. "Not one of your puny glasses of watery swill. ALE!"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 9:41:11 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The armored Deva glances to the bearded man, giving him a once over, trying to judge his general demeanor. . . is he excited, angry, irritible, nervous, etc.
((Insight +13))
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 16, 2009 10:01:58 GMT -8
(Insight: He's a bit excited, but mostly pretty determined. To get drunk, apparently.)
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 16, 2009 10:16:12 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The Deva keeps an eye on the bearded man, as one keeps an eye on anyone who makes a commotion at a tavern, curious as to what he's excited about, not not enough to bother with investigating directly.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 16, 2009 11:14:34 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) Barely even noticing the outburst, 'Rolands' entire concentration is focused on Carmella, waiting for her response.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 7:09:07 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella shrugs at Roland's question. "I know their locations, or approximate locations. I know that these libraries hold great knowledge, and that is always worth looking into."
She lowers her voice and leans closer to Roland so only he can hear. "I figured we can check the one in town first, that way if all this is just some sort of bardic jest, we have not wasted our time travelling. But, I assure you. If it is not a jest, our master will be pleased."
Carmella straightens again, a sly smile on her face, and she looks over at the man. Her face contorts, looking slightly disgusted at his behavior. "If you want Ale, sir. Good Ale. I suggest you go over to the Empress's Pride. The only thing decent here is the stew." She glances over at Desmond, a coy smile playing on her lips. "And the only thing good here is the company."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 17, 2009 9:35:10 GMT -8
The Base
Id blinks at Carmella a moment, then laughs. "Ha ha, I knew I would find someone in here that I would like! Isn't that right, girl!" He turns to the figure next to him at the bar, and pinches her. She turns her gaze on him, purple Eladrin eyes through a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, her head shaded by a wide-brimmed hat, long blonde hair woven with ribbons. "Sir, I suggest that you keep your hands to yourself. Another might have had the inclination to remove that one and keep it."
Id blinks at the Eladrin's words, then laughs again. "Ah! TWO pretty women with words as sharp as they are beautiful. Ah, when did I reach Paradise?" He turns around to look at Carmella and the Devas. "I don't suppose I could interest you in setting those once-deads aside and cavorting about Libraries with me, do I? No? Well, then, some advice!" He leans forward a bit, hand stroking his beard. "You'll have no need to seek any library worth finding in this city; there's only one, and it sticks out like my thumb did after Clarice here..." He indicates one of the barmaids. "After Clarice here smashed it with a stein when my hands got a bit... grabby."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 17, 2009 10:15:16 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
"Well, At least someone in thie bar has some sense." Carmella remarks, a bit of laugh in her voice as she winks at Clarice. "And thank you for your advice, but I do happen to know where the library is in this town, as I have been here before."
She smiles coyly, looking at Desmond and Roland for a moment before looking back at Id. "And you must admit that its awfully insulting when a girl would rather hang out with "two once-deads" instead of yourself? Must be that the Devas have something you do not. "
Carmella looks contemplative for a short moment, than smiles. "Ah, yes. They have class. Integrity. Girls like that, you know."
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 17, 2009 10:21:23 GMT -8
The Base
Id looks to Carmella, then laughs once more. "Ah, you're an interesting girl..." As he rises, the Eladrin next to him lowers her glasses to look him over for a moment, as if noticing something for the first time. Then Id shakes his head. "We'll meet again, ladies! I believe I will take you up on your advice and head for the Pride; good company for you seems not to be good company for me, and good ale would improve my disposition." He moves to leave.
The Eladrin shakes her head as Id leaves. "...He is one to keep an eye on." She returns her eyes to her food, chewing it contemplatively.
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