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by Lorcan on January 25th, 2011, 8:53 pm
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by Aello on January 26th, 2011, 12:29 am
by Lorcan on January 27th, 2011, 7:12 pm
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by Dervish on January 27th, 2011, 8:04 pm
As the door creaked open, warm air and a mix of the smell of men and bad cooking greeted them. It felt familiar to Lorcan, and didn't seem discouraging although perhaps slightly off-putting to a stranger. The air wasn't particularily stuffed, because of a single window in the back of the house as well as thin old walls. The room was six by six meters, a bunk bed with two levels covering most of the left hand wall. The wall opposite the door had a window in the right side, and a hole in the wall covered by a wooden slate on the east right-hand wall was another. The house also had a fireplace with a small but cozy fire burning in the middle, a small pile of timber next to it as well as a single cooking pot, holding a now-chilled soup with a few ingredients. Placed approximately in the middle of the room but slightly to the right was a small table, and a pair of leather boots placed ontop of it. Following the boots up to their owner was Dervish. He sat slouched in his chair to the right of the table, wearing a white shirt and his breeches, his dark hair wet after what must have been a recent shower. However, all of these things would hardly be the first thing the two of them noticed when they went inside, since Dervish was twisting a broad bladed dagger around in his hand absent mindedly. He was looking at the blade, and as they looked at him he made a sudden rehearsed movement. He threw the knife around, and caught the flat side of the blade coming down between three fingers. His arm bent backwards to the left, twisting slightly in behind his head. In a flurry of motion he brought it forward, the knife doing two quick twists in the air before embedding itself into one of the wooden bed posts with a dull thud, standing there gleaming, returning the light of the fireplace and the entering moonlight. Dervish looked at the knife and the bedpost, which was filled with nicks from previous strikes of his throwing, a habit he'd grown to relax himself. He liked to sit and think while he played with his weapon, and even though the habit had in old times earned him a scar or two he didn't tend to make mistakes anymore. He looked up at Lorcan with a polite smile - Only to almost fall down and definetely losing his cool as he saw they had guests. He looked at Aello and Lorcan with an apologetic smile and spoke in a tired voice;"Sorry, hope I didn't startle you, it's an old habit of mine. I didn't know you were bringing a... guest, Lorcan? Should I leave? I am Dervish by the way." He said with the same smile, some humour glinting in his eyes, his slightly pointy teeth giving him a disturbing look. He was embarassed, but the fact Lorcan suddenly brought in girls from the streets was so very entertaining. What was he up to? At least it was good for hi-- Dervish' trail of thoughts was broken, as he suddenly noticed the girl he'd recently been in a bar fight with. The question was if she recognized him? |
by Aello on January 27th, 2011, 11:50 pm
by Lorcan on January 31st, 2011, 12:08 am
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by Dervish on February 3rd, 2011, 6:59 pm
He could have hit him. Lorcan was being a fool, or at least acting like one. If he liked this girl, why didn't he move over to her? Was he shy, or paranoid that Dervish had already "known" her? Dervish looked at both of them in turn. She appeared strange, confused, but most of all frozen. She was pretty, but obviously ice cold and freezing. Lorcan was such a fool sometimes.. He had laid down in the bed lazily, bringing her here only to let her sit alone by the fireplace? Dervish leaned back in his chair, and looked at Lorcan with a very suggestive stare, nodding his head towards Aello when she wasn't looking and Lorcan was. Perhaps he'd take the hint, and sit next to her or give her a damned blanket. Opportunity presented itself, yet Lorcan was apparently throwing it away. Whether Lorcan acted on Dervish' hint or not, a few moments passed and Dervish figured he'd speak about how he and Aello had met, or it'd hang in the air disturbing the whole night. "I suppose I'm sorry about the bar fight, which I assume you remember. I don't even think you told me your name?" Dervish suddenly spoke to Aello, talking slowly and easily understandably;"It may not have been the most fortunate way to meet. One might say I'm Lorcan's bad side." Dervish smiled cheerfully as he got up and grabbed some more wood, putting it on the fireplace. This was such a strange situation, but quite entertaining. |
by Aello on February 3rd, 2011, 7:21 pm
by Lorcan on February 6th, 2011, 2:33 pm
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by Dervish on February 8th, 2011, 6:52 pm
Dervish didn't sit back in his chair immediately but warmed his hands very close to the fire. He'd thrown a few bigger pieces on the dying fire, and they slowly started turning black as the small flames licked up around them like yellow and orange dancers, flying swirling inbetween each other. He looked at Lorcan approaching Aello, and went over to his chair again, sitting down and leaning far back into it, as well as himself. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he looked into the fire as he sat there. He wasn't sure how he felt about having a guest. On one hand, he didn't care. If she was here, it didn't really make much of a difference. And then again it did. Where would she sleep? Would she stay? What would she eat? All of these petty questions presented themselves as if they were paramount or needed be answered now. Dervish shook his head and took out his second knife and a small gray whetstone from the table next to him. He placed the whetstone on his thigh and inspected the blade of the knife, running his thumb along the edge carefully, feeling for nicks or imperfections. The metal was cold, but the feel of it and the familiarity of the handle instilled a calm in him. Who was she? His blade had a blunt spot around the end, perhaps from striking metal. Dervish took up the whetstone and slowly slid it along the flat side of the metal, the stone on metal giving off a grinding but not particularily unpleasant noise. It might be, depending on habits and personality. Dervish looked over at the two of them as he let his hand continue it's movement across the blade. He'd quickly fallen into a rhythm, and then slithering noise echoed through the room with only a momentary pause. He'd never know if he never asked;"So... What are you doing in Ravok, Aello? And what do you do?" He asked and looked up, wiping hair away from his eyes with the back of his hand and looking up at the her with a curious smile. His dark brown eyes reflected the firelight, but were now filled with peaceful question rather than the rage she'd seen at the bar. |
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