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Post by Dark Beauty on May 23, 2008 6:47:09 GMT -8
Dark's right eyebrow shot up as she watched Gimble. "And just what do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Zeffa! on May 25, 2008 9:33:03 GMT -8
"All this talk o' sophisticated knowings 'as worked up a thirst in me," explained the sprite, pulling on the neck of a bottle, his feet braced against the wall. It slid out surprisingly well, though he bobbled for a moment to try and get his balance in flight. It pulled him down to the floor, unable to fly with such a weight, however he did manage to slow it enough that it didn't break. Soon a bottle of Drakeasblood wine with orange legs came teetering out from behind the counter.
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Post by silentstranger on May 28, 2008 17:33:41 GMT -8
((Is it? I thought that people just woke up.))
Tumbleweed looked at the large bottle curiously and wondered what the effects of it might have on her. She hugged her legs and rocked back and forth in consideration.
Ashlyn peered in through the window and moved to the door, opening it slowly and quietly. "Excuse me." she said to Dark. "I have brought back some meat for the others. If you have a place that I could cook it, I would be very much obliged to be shown to it."
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 29, 2008 12:14:57 GMT -8
((You're right. I lied. Hence the post is deleted))
Dark made a face at the walking bottle, but did not say anything. She turned to the demon girl and inclined her head. "We have a firepit here for large roasts, and there is also one in the kitchen. Choose whichever you like. Will you be wanting any help?"
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Post by silentstranger on May 29, 2008 15:31:48 GMT -8
"If it is not too much of a bother, but if it is I am sure that I can manage." Ashlyn gave a small bow and closed the door.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jun 7, 2008 4:04:26 GMT -8
The bottle teetered over and landed softly on its side, the little orange fae walking over to the cork. He scratched his chin for a moment in contemplation, deciding that a glass would be the civilized way to chug your grog. He quickly became a glowing orange and blue orb of light as he flew up to a table, floated by a glass that sat empty, and flew it over to the bottle on the floor. Once it was in place, he righted the bottle upwards again, then stood on the sloped glass neck, wrapping his arms around and sinking his teeth into the soft cork stopper. With a mighty yank, the cork came out, which he carelessly tossed aside. Gimblefyre flew above the bottle's opening, slowly lowering it so as to pour some of the wine into the glass without spilling too much. The wine was a lovely murky olive green with lime green bubbles.
Aramil peered at Ashlyn as she entered the kitchen? He sat shirtless by the washing basin, covered in suds, with a half-used bar of soap in his small, fragile hands.
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Post by silentstranger on Jun 7, 2008 7:36:44 GMT -8
Ashlyn quickly hid her head behind the door. "I am terribly sorry!" She said. "I didn't know that you were in here! I was going to prepare some deer, but if you wish it, I could use the pit outside."
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Post by Zeffa! on Jun 12, 2008 0:38:44 GMT -8
"No,no, I was just..." Aramil squeezes the soap, causing it to launch out of his hand upwards into the sink. "oops.. er.. just trying to clean some dirt off," he said, rubbing off the suds nonchalantly. The boy still had the rest of his clothing on, only the shirt lay on a table.
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Post by silentstranger on Jun 12, 2008 11:00:24 GMT -8
Ashlyn quietly slank into the kitchen. "Thank you." She pulled in a dead buck into the kitchen and prepared it for the fire. Then she turned to Aramil. "Do you peopl keep things like deer horns for any purposes? Or should I get rid of them?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jun 12, 2008 11:10:29 GMT -8
Dark overheard, of course, her elf ears picking up anything. She raised her voice slightly. "I could use them, dear, and I am sure Magus could as well." She got up, leaving the fae to his disgusting pass-time, and walked into the kitchen. She hid her smile when she saw Aramil, and walked to the girl. "Let me know if I can help."
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Post by silentstranger on Jun 12, 2008 13:16:53 GMT -8
Ashlyn bowed to Dark as she walked into the room. "Thank you ma'am. I am not quite sure how I should prepare the meat, I am not used to cooking for people who are not demons." Ahslyn flicked her wrist and the head of an arrow appeared in her hand. She carefuly removed the buck's horns, rinsed them off, and offered them to Dark. "Please teach me."
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Post by Zeffa! on Jul 23, 2008 19:14:52 GMT -8
Without notice a swarm of monkeys rampaged through the front doors of the tavern, squealing and shrieking at the top of their tiny lungs, beating their little chests proudly at the giant primates before them! With magnificent valor they begin to pick up various objects and toss them toward all the bigger bipeds, whilst the smaller ones with the bottles of alcoholic beverage hid within the sanctuary of the cupboard.
Aramil paused for a moment, peering toward the door and quirking his head slightly at an angle as a puppy might upon hearing a newfound noise.
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Post by silentstranger on Sept 26, 2008 15:42:25 GMT -8
Ashlyn looked toward the door. "What on earth?" she walked over and cracked the door open, then quickly closed it and turned to Dark with an unreadable expression on her face. "Ma'am? Is this tavern also some sort of sanctuary for rude primates?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 26, 2008 17:21:34 GMT -8
((...))
"...No, it isnt..." Dark willed them away with a great effort, transporting them to a nearby wood. "That was odd... anyway," she continued, taking the horns and placing them on a counter. "The meat isn't too hard to prepare at all. The first thing we must do is skin the animal up to the neck. Let's go to the large counter by the fire, okay?"
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Post by silentstranger on Sept 26, 2008 17:43:56 GMT -8
Ashlyn nodded and moved the dead animal to the designated spot. She began to skin it with her arrowhead. "Do you use the skins for anything? I can dry it out if need be." After some time the demon pulled the skins off and set them aside. She took some thick ropes from her pocket and tethered the buck's legs together.
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