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Post by Thistle on Aug 1, 2006 10:13:37 GMT -8
Nerisa raised an eyebrow at this statement. "Oh dear I didnt realize that by stepping into this place I switched genders. It must be quite a sight to see a man dressed in this." she commented touchig her dress. "I do hope your mind isnt scared to much. I'd hate to have caused permanent damage."
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Post by Zeffa! on Aug 1, 2006 13:42:04 GMT -8
"If'n you woz a lady you wouldn't settle for a lowly run-down tavern. I figgur you'd head for the classy inn joints uptown," Fiona retorted, putting her hands on her hips in a swarthy manner.
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Post by Thistle on Aug 2, 2006 5:25:59 GMT -8
"They are not usually this entertaining though. And they are mightily expensive." She shot back with a slight smile on her face. Then Finpen decided to join her and plopped down next to her with his mug.
"Well who're your friends here?" The gnome asked nodding at the bunch around them.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 4, 2006 16:41:01 GMT -8
Ferrel shrugs at Fiona. "I tend to charm more women by calling them that. If you'd rather me call you 'filthy wench' then I will do so. Anything the lady wishes."
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Post by Zeffa! on Aug 4, 2006 22:28:27 GMT -8
"Ah well call my anyfin like that an I'll clock you upside the head with a mug or sumfin.." Fiona replied, grinning, and polishing off a tankard.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 7, 2006 17:00:33 GMT -8
Ferrel, unfazed, shrugs lightly. "Whatever milady prefers." He grins openly at Fiona, and then turns his attention to Naburine. "So, Naburine, how are you doing nowadays?" Naburine sniffs in contempt. "I was better before you came along." Ferrel made a mock wince, to which Naburine rolls her eyes. "What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were trying to make a living." Ferrel smiles his breathtaking smile again. "I was. It got boring. I'm here for fun, actually. I thought that I might meet new people, and I have," he says, nodding to Fiona, "but I really scored some points by seeing you again. Haven't changed much, I see." Once again, he looks at her boldly, smiling in appreciation at what he sees. "I note that your vest is getting a bit tighter up at the top." Naburine growls. "Keep your comments to yourself."
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Post by Zeffa! on Aug 21, 2006 21:06:16 GMT -8
Fiona grinned, and turned around back to her table...She took out a knife with a polished silver hilt, and a rag out of her bag, then began polishing it precariously, concentrating fully on it. Occasionally she'd reach for a mug on the table.. or her hip flask. whichever wasn't empty.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 2, 2006 19:55:02 GMT -8
Naburine noticed that Ferrel was enjoying himself immensely. There was no doubt that her reactions were the cause of this sudden glee, but she could not help it. He was soooo annoying! Why was she his friend? Such a fickle thing... emotions. Being a ninja, she was used to being able to keep those blasted things under control. Not around this cheeky man, though.
Ferrel, laughing to himself, raised his hands in mock defense. "You know, I mean no harm at all. I am simply noticing your immense beauty, that is all." He looked at her pointedly. "Do you still dance, Naburine?"
Her caramel eyes turned to look into his. After a brief pause, she nodded. "But I do not think it is wise to indulge in that type of dance here... and I don't think many people want to see anyway."
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Post by Thistle on Sept 3, 2006 14:39:12 GMT -8
"Oh dancing! I love dancing." Finpen announced comming over with his ale. "Are you going to be dancing for us? You do pick good places Narisa." the gnome continued. "Drinks and entertainment. You have outdone yourself this time."
"I do believe she just said that she would not be dancing." Nerisa said sourly. "Now take your hand off my knee you filthy little lecher!"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 9, 2006 15:49:22 GMT -8
Naburine looks at the gnome in some interest. "I do not believe that I have ever met one of your kind. What is your race?"
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Post by Thistle on Sept 9, 2006 15:58:19 GMT -8
"Well I am a gnome, missy." Finpen replied after he took a long drink. "And an great inventor of torture devices. Now about that dancin'. Will we be seein' any of it."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 9, 2006 16:23:57 GMT -8
Laughing, now that Ferrel was not teasing her, she nodded. "I suppose... but it might cause quite a riot..."
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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 10, 2006 0:51:18 GMT -8
"Wae hey and up she rises!" Shouted fiona, now having a raucous time standing on a chair, with one knee on the table.
A dark-skinned young man with dark brown hair tied into a topknot entered the tavern, dressed in sailor-like clothing. He was, however, clean-shaven and didn't smell of the sea.. or sailors. Not that it could be noticed in a tavern that smells like drunken sailors fresh from the sea...
He looked around quietly, and grabbed for an unattended mug of whiskey, though he didn't drink from it. He simply held it in his hand and meandered around.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Nov 17, 2006 14:44:38 GMT -8
Naburine, ignoring Fiona entirely, turned her attention to the newcomer. He was good-looking... and he looked pretty much lost here. She got up without a word to Ferrel and moved behind the man, her caramel eyes shining behind her sheer, black mask. She tapped his should her lightly, and then she put out her hand when she had his attention. "Hello, handsome." She then inhales and mutters to herself, "my heavens, do you smell nice..." Raising her voice to a polite conversational level again, she introduces herself. "My name is Naburine, and I noticed you come in. Won't you join me at my table? You look rather lost." Her tone was playful, not insulting.
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Post by Zeffa! on Nov 20, 2006 11:09:32 GMT -8
"Err..Alright," the newcomer said, a little taken aback by the sudden interest. People liked exotic things apparantly. "I'm Leo," he added quickly, realizing he hadn't yet given his name. "And I'm not really lost, I just came down here to have a fun time. The..place sure is lively," he said with a grin as a chair flew overhead.
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