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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 26, 2006 17:42:13 GMT -8
"Well frankly m'dear you may be better off finding sleep in a nearby inn or somefin... But we got food. I think.. " Fiona replied, putting a knuckle thoughtfully to her lips while she looked around for any sign of an oven and food..
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 26, 2006 17:46:03 GMT -8
A laugh comes from a bench not far away from where Nerisa sat. A young woman in highly revealing leather coverings (you couldn't call them clothes), a silky black mask over her nose and mouth, left dangling past her chin. "I like you, girl. Mind if I ask you your name?" She keeps a reclined pose on her bench, but her caramel eyes are directed at Nerisa's taut face.
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Post by Thistle on Jul 26, 2006 17:46:52 GMT -8
"Oh bother that. I dont want to go anywhere else. I am here and so this is where I shall stay. Well I dont see any food around here so chop chop. Go and find me some." The girl ordered around thinking her to be one of the waitresses. Then she turned her attention to the woman who spoke to her. "I suppose you may. My name is Nerisa.'' Then she promptly turned away.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 26, 2006 17:48:49 GMT -8
"I don't mind at all. How'm I s'posed to get famous if I don't give it out like candy? I"m Fiona Westwind." The half-elf grinned, hopping around the counter, making sure to collect the coinpurse of the poor barman who lay at her feet.
"Oy Rumsfeld! You got anyfin back there that ain't gonna kill you right off?!" The elf shouted to the angry dwarf who ran the kitchen. Much loud noises and curses in dwarvish ensued before she heard the oven sizzle. "Yeah he'll getcha sumfin in a second yer highness." Fiona told the impatient patron.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 26, 2006 17:52:17 GMT -8
The brown-haired girl chuckles to herself at the girl's curt response and keeps the silence. What an interesting person. She liked her blunt way of speaking. She reminded her of herself. Anyone like Naburine was an instant joy to be around, in her opinion.
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Post by Thistle on Jul 26, 2006 17:53:34 GMT -8
"I dont know. Why would anyone want to be famous. Everyone whould know who you are. You couldn't do anything without being watched or having it commented on. Besides if you had a good reputation you couldnt do anything bad or there would be an uproar. No I must say it is more comfortable being anonymous."
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 26, 2006 17:57:23 GMT -8
"Fah, who wants a good reputation? Then you get invited to the most boring parties, and everyone judges you based on wot THEY expect ya to be. Nah, I like dumps like this better. No pretending 'ere." Fiona rpelied.
The white-haired elf moved over to Naburine's table and sat in a chair, quite ujninvited. She kicked her fboots up on the table and leaned back, using her hands to rest her head. "But you like the anonymity too don'tcha... OR are you hidin' some sort of hideous scar under that mask?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jul 26, 2006 18:00:43 GMT -8
Naburine turned her cool gaze to the woman who had so rudely put her dirty boots all over the table. "I simply like having this on. It is terribly comfortable. Not to mention it is the rule of us ninja to wear one. Might I have the pleasure of your name, Miss Famous?"
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Post by Thistle on Jul 26, 2006 18:01:58 GMT -8
Nerisa's eyes widened and she spun around in her seat and looked at Fiona. "My but that was rude! How could you just hgo up to someone and say such a thing? Why it is like walking up to someone who is pregnant and telling them to lay off the sweets!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 26, 2006 18:04:02 GMT -8
"Fiona Westwind, so you're a sellsword eh? Oh don't worry about the table, it woz much dirtier before... And by the end of the night it'll prolly be broken."
She turned to Nerisa, grinning at that comment a little. While it wasn't quite as bad, the humor of the thought made her smirk a little.
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Post by silvermustang on Jul 26, 2006 18:58:07 GMT -8
Aiko walked along the road. Seeing this new place. "ah, t'is seems homey." She said to herself, walking into the doors. Seeing the fights bearking up, lose or in the middle. "Aye, home." she smiled to herself. Walking trought the messyish place. "ey lad, Gimme some rum." She told the bartender. in a way she was asking him.
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Post by Raiku on Jul 26, 2006 20:00:28 GMT -8
(Bartender is knocked out, so here ya go:)
"Ere' you go lass!" Jack said in the same manner he always did when a woman asked for a drink. He handed her a pint of rum that he had just stolen from the rather-drunk man dancing on the table twenty feet to the left. He patted her on the back, and went back to his homely table.
"Famous? Who does'nt want to be famous?" Jack spun the chair around and sat the opposite way the chair was designed to be used. "For men and women to know your name in places you've never been? I'm rather famous meself actually." Removing his hat he bowed to the two newest members. "The name's Jack Rackham. Captain of the..." He paused, putting his hat back on. "Well, I am still searchin'."
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Post by silvermustang on Jul 26, 2006 21:01:18 GMT -8
She looked to the man, listen to himabout a ship. "sails as a pirate or a a commen sailor." She asked him drinking the rum down unlady like. The Pirated brand on her arm clearly shown as her sleeve pulled itself up as she chuged some of the rum again.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 27, 2006 2:50:50 GMT -8
"Crummy pirate wot don't got a ship I'd think..." Fiona jibed. "Come, join our happy lot.. we're gettin' quite a number a folk 'ere already. " Fiona said, inviting people to Naburine's table.
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Post by Thistle on Jul 27, 2006 7:50:59 GMT -8
"Ah Jack, I cant say I've heard of you. Ever. I do think you're being misled." Nerisa turned her attention back to Fiona. "And where is my food I do believe I told you to get me some."
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