Drunken Nights [Clyde]

[Whisper]

76th of Spring Ryek lazily drifted on the twilight sky and watched his master appear and reappear in the shadows cast by the building she danced around. Parkour was especially fun when the light from the sun was at its most dim. Objects were closer than she remembered and some hand-holds were further out of reach than the previous day. The few bumps and falls did little to deter her though and she flung her right back at the buildings. Tonight, she was actually going to the tavern and, for once in a long time, she was going to drink more than a glass or too. A few recent sales made her a bit happier that she took her job last summer and she was going to celebrate in a way she hadn't been able to do in a long time. Alcohol. Whisper had had a drink here or there over the past few years, but never enough to even get her fully tipsy. Tonight though, she planned on doing just that. Preparing for that, she left her valuables at home leaving her which her old clothes, her cloak, her house keys, a couple gold mizas for drinks, her gauntlet, and her dagger (as if she'd be able to use it after a few drinks). Her main concern was some man trying to strong-arm her after she put back a few drinks and take her off to a room. Hopefully, he would be more drunk than her and she could stab him if nobody helped her to begin with. A lesser concern was how the hell she was supposed to get back in her house considering she has to climb down into the canal to get to her door. Unless some fellow she met had a small boat in the canals and was nice enough to take her home. Either or, she had slept in the streets before and had no problem with doing it again if she had to. She hopped over a small wall and landed on the edge of the street that would take her to the tavern. She quickly made her way down it until she found the place and paused to look it over for a moment. She beamed a smile in the direction of the tavern, happy for her "night off", and made her way to the door and inside towards the bar.

[Clyde Sullins]

By the time Whisper arrived at the tavern, Clyde was already seated at a table by himself. He had ordered a mug of ale, and was occasionally sipping at it. So far he was just being a bit of a loner, no one had really bothered him... He had been busy all day, so it was nice to relax and kick back... Drink a little... But after a quarter of a bell, with no one bothering him, he decided to make himself busy... He took out one of his engravers tools, and a single glass marble, and started marking on it, trying to make a single line across it. Which was not as easy as it sounded, as the glass tended to make the engraver slip right over it... Once he got a groove going, it would get easier, but initially it was hard... By the time he had finally managed to mark into the glass, Clyde looked up to see that the tavern was nearly full. He had not noticed, so engrossed in his task was he. Almost every table was full, and all had at least one person seated at it. In fact, he was one of the very few people who was sitting alone. Might as well take a break. He looked over to see his ale was drunk, and so ordered a second. It was then as he waited, that Whisper walked in. Him sitting alone at his table, messing with a marble, and a attractive woman came walking in the door. She was not to large, a bit on the small side compared to him, though not exceptionally short. But still at least half a foot shorter. She also had eye drawing red hair, in its oddness, which came down to her shoulders. All in all, she was rather attractive. Luckily Clyde was saved, as his ale arrived, and he buried himself nervously in it... Giving him an excuse to not talk, and to look away. Though he could not help looking back at her after his drink... His eyes darting nervously back to his engravers tools, another excuse to not be sociable. So he set back to work on his tiny marble, trying to mark a x on its surface, and starting on the second line. But he was a bit distracted for some reason by the new woman to arrive... He could not help thinking, she might be forced to sit at his table with him... Since there were none empty... Unless of course she was meeting someone... Surely that would be the case, and she would not want to sit with him...

[Whisper]

While she was trying to get to the bar, a more favored spot in any tavern, she ended up a few tables away from Clyde's. Being bumped and jostled around wasn't necessarily fun, but she could manage and was making some headway towards the bar. That is, until a drunk decided he would take a grab at her rear. Her green eyes flared instantly and she swung around to knock the man back in his chair. Surprisingly, or luckily, the man deflected her blow lazily and a drunk smirk grew on his lips. Without pausing for a moment, she put her free fist in his jaw and then smiled. "Why is it every time I see you, you always try to grab my ass? One of these days I'm going to send a dagger through your jaw instead of a fist." she said as she moved her deflected hand down his arm and to his money pouch while pushing her chest closer to his sight. "B'caushh you are the besh lookin' street urchin 'round 'ere!" the man slurred out and gave a hearty laugh. The two men sitting with him, both just as drunk if not more so, gave there own obnoxious laughs. As they nearly keeled over laughing, one of her gauntlet's spring blades sliced the twine holding the pouch. "You just give me a hard time because I've robbed you blind three times now. And I'm not an urchin anymore, you all know that." Whisper replied and patted his cheek where she punched him, further distracting him. She had seduced the man when she was younger and several times since, kind of like a game, but never took too much money from him. "T-three timesh? Only twi-" he questioned and she responded by tossing his money pouch onto the table and walking away with a coin or two. The man's companions burst out in louder laughter than before as he counted his mizas the best he could. Whisper shook her head and reset her blade in her gauntlet. It was easy to steal from drunks who ogled her body, but she wanted to be able to do better. She sighed at the thought, knowing she wanted to be better at everything she did. She settled on knowing it will come to her in time. Another jostle and push brought her to Clyde's table. He was sitting alone, a peculiar sight here, and he seemed to be fumbling with something. She was getting tired of being pushed around and pinched by drunks so she did need a seat... Maybe she could woo him out of something or maybe he had an interesting story to tell, she loved those. She needed some company for the evening either way and she'd would have to admit he was kind of cute. "Hey stranger, anyone sittin' with you?"

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde saw some of the exhange, as it was a bit distracting, this attractive woman he had noticed, talking to some man, and openly taking money from him... Well, she did not seem to be discrete... He certainly would have to be wary of her thieving nature... But she did not seem to be stealthy in her action... But soon enough, his attention was back. Another drink of ale, and then he was back to his tiny marble... He had finished the second stroke of the x, engraving the marks on the tiny glass bauble... Though the lines were not totally straight, meaning one did not go straight through the other... One was at an off angle... Dang... It was not even clearly an x, looking more like... Some odd sigil... He tried to decide on if he could fix this, or would be better off with starting a second one... However he was distracted by her words, directed at him... At him? He looked behind him, to make certain she was not talking to someone out of his eye-line... That had happened before, and answering then had been embarrassing... But no... She was talking to him... Him, the loner mage, sitting alone cutting lines into glass, with burns scarring his face, clearly showing he had at some point been in a bad situation involving flame... Why? Why talk to him, he nervously thought, before answering... "Me.. No I am alone... You could take a seat if you want." Part of Clyde hoped she would sit with him... Another part expected she was simply asking, as she needed to take a chair, which she would then drag off to another table, to sit and talk with her friends... Another part admittedly was freaked out, and hoped she did drag off the chair, so he would not have to embarrass himself in front of her...

[Whisper]

Whisper flashed him a smile and sat in the next chair over from his. His nervousness only made him seem cuter to her, which made her a little bit more vulnerable to seduction herself. She looked him over to get any clue of the kind of person he was. The marble caught her eye, but that could just be idle workings of a nervous guy in a crowded bar. She waved her hand at a barmaid as she passed through the crowd and hoped she'd get a drink soon. Her attention focused back to the nervous Clyde. "You have a name?" she asked, pushing loose hair back behind her ear to reveal more of her smile. OOCYes I know I'm a horrible person for such a short post, I couldn't think of anything besides sitting down and introductions.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde nearly froze, seeing her smile at him, and not only that... But sitting in the mentioned chair... At the table with him! He was not sure what to do... Speak? Yes... Speak... And speaking required air... It was only when his brain slowly chugged along to this realization, did he realize he had been holding his breath for half a chime. He let it out in a gush, and took in a deep breath, trying to return his breathing to normal. Had she said something... A good show he was making, sitting there in silence for half a chime, and then breathing like he had just come in sprinting... Not his best try... But then, he had been so surprised... But then he steeled his mind... Was back in control... Reason won out... She was not interested in him really... She just saw him as a mark... Someone to use... To take advantage of... To take from... She was not really romantically interested in him... He had to force himself to recall this... It was only in doing so, that he was able to fully calm down, and speak to her... He fumbled with the marble for a few more seconds, letting it move in his hand, before he finally caught her eyes, and squeezing the marble for strength, he finally spoke... Perhaps she would take his pause as being nonchalant and aloof? If he was exceedingly lucky... "A name? Yes, I do have a name... Would you like to hear it also? I am Clyde... And you are?" Saying this, he offered his marble free hand to her, for her to take it, to shake it possibly? He would play it off as just a handshake... A common greeting... But really... He was hungry for even the slightest human contact... The feeling of skin on skin... Feeling her warm smooth skin, touching his own, in a handshake, which he might hold for a bit longer than was appropriate... Assuming she accepted the offered hand...

[Whisper]

Even more nervous reactions... she hoped her presence did strain his thoughts or made him so uneasy that he'd do anything irrational. She kept her friendly outward emotions, but adopted a cautious inner feeling just in case. "Everyone calls me Whisper around here, so I guess you can too." she said and propped up her head with an arm to get an even closer look at him, but with a more casual appearance to not seem like she was studying a mark. "More of an adopted nickname from my teenage years, but the name stuck and it's been that ever since." She reached out and shook his hand firmly, thinking nothing of it other than it being a formality. She smiled softly, letting her eyes roam over his body build, his clothing, his possessions, his expression, just trying to get a feel for this stranger to see what kind of person he was. The most noticeable being his scars which looked like burns. Everyone had their story and she loved to hear them, being the curious little birdie she was, so maybe she'd have to coax the secrets behind those scars out. "So what brings you to Ravok?" she asked, assuming, since she had never seen him around before, that he had came to her hometown recently.

[Clyde Sullins]

Whisper... He supposed that was a bit of an odd name... But he had never really gotten that interested in names... They worked to label something, to mark it specifically... But they also limited things... He supposed that might have been one reason previous wizards of long ago had cast off there birth name, and gone for better grander ones... He was just happy to have something to call her by though, even if he was momentarily distracted by his thoughts of ancient wizards, and there odd dislike of there own names... He smiled a bit, at hearing her voice, and at the way she seemed to half lazily prop herself up, as she gazed at Clyde, causing him to look away and break eye contact... "Whisper... That is an interesting name... Makes me wonder why you would get such a nickname... Were you just that quiet? Or was it for hearing whispers?" He smiled, as he said a few plausible reasons for the name. He was only halfheartedly interested in the why of the nickname really, but was happy to have a topic to grasp at, and to use... He was a bit caught off guard, as they shook hands, and took in the sensation, feeling her warm flesh, brushing against his own... But It was nice... Reminded him of why he sometimes came here... On the rare occasion, that he met a woman who would talk to him... But most were either homely, or had a ulterior motive for speaking to him... But the way he enjoyed it, hungrily absorbed the sensation... Creepy, some might say, especially in its intensity... Then on to the questions... Not exactly a veiled question, but a head on one... He cringed instinctively from it, so soon after that small contact with her he had felt... Back to business... For her back to trying to extract whatever value she could from him... He shrugged a bit resolutely, saddened she was progressing so fast, not even bothering to pretend like she was... But no... That was a normal question wasn't it? Perhaps she was just trying to learn of him... Perhaps he was just reading to much into it... Perhaps she really was interested in him, as unlikely as that seemed... "Well, I actually first arrived in Ravok awhile ago, about a year ago. But I had to leave, and I only just got back. I just returned a bit earlier in the season. What of you, how long have you been in Ravok?"

[Persona]

Thread Award! Whisper: Skills: Seduction +1 Observation +1 Interrogation +1 Notes: You have zero points in the Larceny skill. I find it hard to believe that someone of that skill level could rob a man blind (even a drunk man). Most likely she would fail, but even if she succeeds she should at least have some difficulty. You can still earn experience if you attempt but don’t succeed (this goes for all skills). However, until you play your skill level more realistically, I will not be awarding Larceny xp or the spoils of theft. If you would like to receive xp for this post, feel free to rewrite the post to more accurately reflect your current skill, and re-submit it for grading. Clyde Sullins: Skills: Engraving +2 Socialization +2 Interrogation +1 Extras: Ledger: -8 cm for 2 mugs of ale Possessions: 1 marble becomes x-marked marble Notes: Poor socially awkward Clyde... he really needs to learn how to talk to girls! If you feel this grade was unfair in any way, or would like to request changes to this grade, please feel free to PM me and we can discuss it.