[SS Tavern] Can't Win Them All (Aello)

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

[SS Tavern] Can't Win Them All (Aello)

Postby Till on April 20th, 2011, 12:56 am

33rd day of Spring, 511


Till stared up over his cards at the other players in the Silver Sliver. He knew their names, but in his head he had taken to calling them Bald, Scar and Craven. Bald was tall and lean, with dark eyes, and a somber manner. Scar was broad, all muscle, with a white mark across his cheek; but where Bald was serious, Scar laughed like he was drunk and talked too loud. The last, Craven, was small and twitchy, and did not like risks.

He liked Craven. When his kind sat down to play, Till was only the second-smallest man at the table. And they were a challenge in their own way, once he convinced them to sit. “It’s your turn, kid,” Bald raised an eyebrow at Craven. “In case you haven’t noticed.”

“I know, I know,” Craven said, biting at his lips. His eyes darted over the table, over the array of cards stacked against him. The odds were not bad, but they were not good either. Uncertainty was written in his face as clear to Till as if it was written with five in the sky. He bit down on his lip for a long moment before he stopped himself. It wasn’t only Till that had noticed; Scar and Bald exchanged knowing looks. If they had been playing for mizas, for all his caution Craven would have lost everything plus the shirt off his back.

“Hurry up now,” Scar urged; his smile wide as laughter. “We don’t have all day.”

People thought hypnotism could be used to convince a man of anything. Turn them against their families, their gods. They were right in a way, but in the more important ones they were wrong. Any man could do that. Hypnotism was just a tool. Craven felt fear then, Till was sure of it. He was balanced on the edge. A sudden push of boldness would be as unwelcome in his mind as mirth at a funeral.

What a good hypnotist did, Hayden had always said, was skirt the edge. Push them in ways that they might well push themselves, and in a way that made them feel better about than they did afterwards. A good hypnotist left behind their marks the same way a good bargainer; with both sides feeling they got the better end of it.

Till chose the middle ground for now. “So what will it be?” he asked, and beneath his words whispered Wary Hope, Anticipation, Joy. “Fold or play?”

A shadow of a smile touched the corner of Craven’s mouth . . .

“. . . I fold,” he laid his cards face down, and the whole table groaned.

“You coward,” Scar spat the word like a curse. Then he laid down his hand—all of it. It was enough to beat them all. He turned his eyes to the little man. “I’ll get you one day.” Craven jerked back and squeaked.

Oh well, Till thought. You can’t win them all.
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Postby Aello on April 20th, 2011, 2:28 am

"Come on Yune, lets get a drink," Aello whispered to the sparrow on her shoulder as she pushed open the door to the Silver Silver with her shoulder. As soon as the wooden frame had parted enough to allow the girl to catch a sliver of the tavern's contents, her fingers tightened around her father's old bow. Her nails grew a light shade of purple, as her knuckles grew red, and then white with the pressure. When the door had swung back enough to allow the young spiritist access, she walked through quickly with loud sigh. The floorboards beneath her feet creaked as the door swung shut behind her, with a muffled thud. Well here we are again, the Silver Silver, Aello told herself. Now why did we come again? We don't even drink the ale.

A small smile crossed Aello's lips as she glanced around the bar. It was relatively full, as always, and there didn't seem to be any free tables. Except that odd one in the far left corner, which everyone seemed to avoid. Something about corner seats leading to slower service or something. Shrugging, Aello walked over to it, weaving her way in and out of crowded tables, and around the occasional barmaid who was carrying a tray of hot food in one hand, and a mug of silver ale in the other.

Finally, Aello reached the wooden table in the far left corner. She gingerly placed her father's bow on top of the wooden surface, before lacing her bag over her shoulders, and placing it down next to it. When everything had been set down, Aello walked around the wooden table to the nearest chair, and sat down. When she had gotten situated, she glanced around the tavern. Everything seemed as it always did- people crowded into tables, people drinking, drunken men hitting on the barmaids, the barmaids scolding the drunken men for hitting on them, lots of noise, talking, the occasional drunken man staggering across the bar on his way home or for a refill, empty glasses of ale everywhere, half eaten plates of food. The only thing that was even remotely new to Aello was the table of four men playing cards. It was this table of men that her eyes settled on.

Aello began to breath evenly, in through the nose, out through the mouth with a low side as she sat and stared. It would be several moments before a barmaid came along to take her order, so she may as well study the masses to pass the time. After a few moments, the men's auras came into view. Till's was the first that came to her. It was a pale mist, nearly transparent. It swirled around his body in short, smokey wisps, as though the man's clothing had recently been set on fire, but all that remained was its smokey trail. Floating around the edges of his aura were gold-colored coins. Aello could practically hear them clanking together, falling one atop the other in the man's pocket. He doesn't like to play cards, to gamble, does he? Aello wondered. But he likes the idea that it may bring him more gold... if he plays the right cards. There was a slight pause. After all, who in this world doesn't want more money?

The next aura that Aello witnessed was Scar's. It was a simple aura, a deep red. The man was survival-oriented, a fighter. Perhaps he got that scar in a fight, Aello mused. She could just make the white line out from where he sat a few tables away from her, peering over his cards. The aura seemed to pulse rapidly, much like the way a heart would when it pumps blood throughout one's body. If she listened closely enough, Aello could have sworn she could have heard it beating, right alongside the clinking coins of Till's aura. Perhaps this man is nervous... or pretty excited. It is too bad we can't see what sort of hand he holds from where we are.

The third aura to come to light was Bald's. His aura was a deep indigo color. It reminded the girl of the sea. As soon as Aello saw it, her brow furrowed. He didn't seem the sensitive type. But then again, who knew? She could always be interpreting the colors wrong, it wouldn't be the first time she had done so. The last aura Aello saw was Craven's, it was by far the simplest. It was a dark blue, much like the night sky. The same color as her bondmate's was a few days ago, when they went to visit Roman and get her arm patched up. Like Scar's aura, Craven's seemed to undulate. It seemed to have its own pulse, but his reminded Aello more of the waves of the sea, than an actual heartbeat. The oddest part, Aello found was that a small white mouse seemed to be running around the length of the man's aura, his body. Its silver whiskers twitching, and its beady black eyes wide as it ran around and around, tirelessly, as though it were running away from an invisible foe or chasing its own tail. He must be afraid, Aello thought. He must not like to gamble.

As Aello watched all four of the men's auras, Yune began to chirp, breaking her concentration. The auras faded away into the thin air, much like cigarette smoke would after a few moments. Or perhaps, frozen air when one breaths into a cold winter night. "What is it Yune?" Aello asked as she turned to her bird. Her pupils had dilated now, and the edges of her vision were a little blurry. She had probably been studying the auras for a bit longer than she should. Chirp! Chirp! "Are you hungry?" Aello asked. Chirp! Chirp! "But we have nothing to give you. You ate the rest of the grass this morning, and we had to finish the remainder of the sweet bread days ago. Before it got all moldy and gross." Chirp! Chirp! Aello sighed. Sometimes her bird was simply a little too needy.

As Aello listened to her bird, her temples began to twitch. The areas behind her ears began to throb. The pain intensified, and spread outwards as several voices reached her ears. People seemed to be roaring with laughter and screaming to one another so that they may be heard over everyone else. Well that certainly isn't helping your headache, Aello thought as she pressed her feet into the ground and pushed her seat back. A moment later, she was on her feet, and her bag was safe and secure on her right shoulder; the one Yune was not occupying. Her left hand was wrapped around the center of her bow's wooden frame, and she was heading back towards the door. After all, it wasn't about to get any quieter in here, which only meant that her headache was going to get worse and worse.

Yet, as the girl made her way through the bar, she found that her head was spinning as it ached, and before she knew it, Aello had bumped into Till's chair. It took her a moment to take a half step back, and for her vision to focus on him, a little more. She realized that this was one of the men whose auras she had seen, after all, he was holding a hand's worth of cards. "Sorry," she muttered awkwardly. "Are you alright? I didn't mess your game up or anything?" Aello stammered.
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Postby Till on April 20th, 2011, 3:25 am

The others were passing their cards to him when something knocked against his chair. He tensed, an old reflex of fear, and caught himself before he did anything stupid. The Silver Sliver was a good tavern, as far as these things went. There had been many bars he had gone into where you might get a dagger with your ale, but the Silver Sliver was not one of them. After he’d taken three long breathes he allowed himself to turn around and confront the stranger.

Till was immediately glad that he had. The stranger in question was a strange brown-eyed girl with a bird perched on her shoulder. She was holding her head, and seemed confused. “Not at all,” he said, almost by reflex. He was amazed that he had not seen her here before. The girl had a bird on her shoulder. Ravok was a big city, but if he had seen her before then Till figured that he would have remembered. His eyes lingered on the animal, more than a little perplexed.

Bald took one look at her and stood up from his chair. “If you’re having trouble standing, you can have my seat.”

Next to him, Scar turned his eyes up. “Well, well,” he said, smirking. “I never would have pegged you for the chivalrous type, Balk.” So that’s his name. The hairless man stared back, unblinking, but Scar was undeterred. “But now there's a problem. We need you here to play!”

“Craven,” Till said before anyone else could squeeze another word in. “Go get Balk another chair.” He pointed a thumb toward an empty one to his right. It took a moment before he realized that he’d used his own name, and he barely managed to mask the shock.

Craven?!” He sputtered. The little man’s face was redder than Till had ever seen it. But Scar laughed, pounding a fist onto the table so hard it shook. Even Bald smiled.

Craven looked as though he was about to say something when Scar interrupted. “Oh calm down,” he said, gesturing the insult away. “The name fits you well enough. Go get a chair.” Scar and Craven were closer than the others; brothers, or maybe just good friends. Whatever their relation, Craven’s indignity deflated; he sulked off to hunt a chair.

"You'd better sit," Till said, gathering up the cards again, his voice wry. "If you run off now you'll hurt Balk's feelings." Bald scowled down him, but said nothing.
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Postby Aello on April 20th, 2011, 5:09 pm

Aello slipped into the chair, with a quiet, "thank you." As soon as she was situated, Yune began to chirp. "Oh that's right..." Aello muttered uneasily, as the edges of her face began to grow red. "We forget our end of the introductions." With her free hand, Aello gestured towards herself, her hand curled into a crescent moon, and came to a rest in the center of her chest. "Aello," she said simply, before placing her hand on her lap, "and the sparrow is Yune." Chirp! Chirp!

Aello simply smiled as her bird continued to sing. "So what have you guys been playing, before we came along?" Aello asked. "Simply so we wouldn't hurt Balk's feelings," she added under her breath. She didn't really want to be hanging out with a bunch of men who seemed far older than she. Especially when they were playing cards, which was not exactly the most exciting game to watch, or partake in. No matter what you were playing. Add in the fact that they were more than likely gambling a little something, just to make things interesting, and Aello felt as though she were in some sort of nightmare. Gambling, especially among men, never ended well. EVER.

"And, were you playing for anything in particular?" Aello added, as she began to wonder just what sort of situation she had walked into. Should she start running? Or stick around and wait for the fight to break out? Assuming there was even going to be a fight. Her grip tightened around her bow as she awaited her answers. Her eyes were narrowed, as though she were suspicious of their actions, or perhaps a little tired. She wasn't sure what she would do when she heard the men's answers. Perhaps she'd stick around just to see what happened, and perhaps, she'd make an excuse to leave. That was the nice thing about Yune... one could always pretend she was hungry, and then go off to find the sparrow food.

OOCSo you can't gain or lose money in a gambling sort of situation with NPCs, unless someone mods it. I don't know if you want to move on from the card playing... or whatever.

Also, I am sorry this post is so... blah.
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Postby Till on April 20th, 2011, 7:22 pm

He offered Aello the ghost of a smile. As Craven brought Bald's new chair, he did the introductions. "Till," he said, holding two fingers near his shoulder. "You've met Craven and Balk," he said, gesturing to each. He hesitated over Scar, struggling to remember. ". . . Ryen," he said, and hoped that he was right.

"Tryen," Scar corrected, but he was grinning as he said it. "You can't remember shit."

"I'm Kevyn," Craven whined. "Kevyn!"

Till ignored that. "Not for money, if that's what your asking."

"For company," Bald said.

"Boredom!" Scar raised a glass above his head and smiled drunkenly.

Craven glanced at Scar and said not a word.

"And practice," Till tried to cut the deck, but instead he spilled half his cards all over the table. "Fuck."

Scar kept talking. "If Till here wasn't such a tightass I'd have everything you all own."

"My deck," he said firmly. "My rules. No gambling."

Balk turned to Aello with concerned eyes, but where he was vulnerability TIll saw tension. She was not hostile; she was defensive, on her guard, and with that bow of hers she was more dangerous than any drunken brawler. At first glance she had seemed in pain, but now he regretted ever inviting her to sit. "Does cards unnerve you, ma'am?" Balk said, and he seemed genuinely worried.

Till knew the look of men who were chasing after a girl's tail, and either Balk was truly concerned for Aello or he was incredibly good at hiding it. An uncommon sort of man to find in Ravok. "Just as well," Till said, it might be time to call it a night."

"It's hardly evening!" Scar insisted.

Scar was a difficult man to turn against his own wants. It was easy to get him angry, but harder to make him back down. This counted in both conversation and hypnotism. Instead he turned to Balk and met his eyes for a long moment. Till hit hard. Indignant, Angry, Protective.

"We need to make sure that she's alright," he said, and met Scar's eyes. The big man grimaced, opened his mouth . . . and turned away. "It depends on you," he turned to Aello. Till grimaced and hid it behind his cards; he'd wanted it over with. Maybe he should have left out protective.
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Postby Aello on April 20th, 2011, 9:39 pm

"Now why would a deck of cards unnerve someone?" Aello asked, an edge of irritation in her voice. "After all, the only pain they may cause is a simple paper cut." There was a slight pause as the girl smirked. Her eyes seemed to flash as she said, "now if that is enough to cause you pain, then there is certainly something wrong, don't you think?" She smiled widened as she awaited her answer. The men seemed to shift uncomfortably in their seats, as the young spiritist stared. She could have sworn she saw a single bead of sweat appear on Craven's brow.

Aello's eyes passed back and forth over the men as she sat in silence, listening to them argue amongst themselves. "Now why would you make a newcomer's business your own?" Aello wondered, as her eyes settled on Scar. Her eyes seemed to be boring into his skin, causing him to squirm, just the slightest bit. Yune was chirping in the girl's ear, but she ignored it. Perhaps he is interested in you, the girl thought, as her pupils grew. It must have looked as though she were in sort of trance; in the tavern but not.

A moment later, a deep red mist, Scar's aura, could be seen floating around him. It seemed to be pulsing, bubbling at the edges as though it could hardly be contained. As Aello studied it, she realized that it began to churn faster and faster, the longer she continued to stare. You are making him very nervous. He may also be somewhat excited though, that portion is unclear. There was a pause in the girl's thoughts as the edges of the aura began to ripple. They seemed to inch closer to her, and then farther away. To break off into tiny sparks and smokey red rings in several places. Such things usually meant that the aura's owner was sick, but Aello wasn't so sure that was the case with Scar.

After having studied the man's aura for several minutes, Aello decided that there was nothing else she could learn from it. She blinked a few times to break her concentration, and almost instantly, the aura began to fade away into the poorly lit tavern air. The edges of the girl's vision had begun to blur. A pale white mist seemed to hang over everything. Shit. You overgave again, Aello thought as she tried to focus on Scar again, but found that she could not. His shirt was simply a large blob. His face, a giant eyeball, and stretched-out nose.

Aello had to get out of the tavern, NOW, before someone noticed how she looked; how strangely she was behaving and began pointing fingers. "Well, we should go. Yune is more than likely getting hungry by now," Aello said, as she pressed her feet into the ground, and wiggled her toes. "But thank you for the seat, it was lovely meeting you all." A second later, she was pushing her seat back, and doing her best to rise to her feet. Of course, with her vision, the room seemed to spin at times, and at others, it seemed to simply blur altogether. Needless to say, it was all very disorienting, and as soon as the girl tried to take a step to the right, and away, she found herself tripping over her own two feet, and stumbling forward.

Chirp! Chirp! Yune called as the two stumbled forward, the bird rapidly flapping her wings. There was the scraping of a chair across the ground, and the feeling of someone's over-sized hand on her left arm. The man's fingers pressed into the girl's flesh, but she was unable to tell who it was, still being disoriented from her magic. So much for making it out of here without anyone noticing your odd behavior.

OOCFeel free to be the one to grab me, or just mention that one of the npcs did. Whatever you'd prefer...
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Postby Till on April 22nd, 2011, 10:50 pm

Aello stumbled, and Till was given a choice between keeping her upright and falling over with her. Very tough, he thought, the shadow of a smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. Though enough to bluster and then fall over. Perhaps she was drunk . . . or maybe drugged, or both.

They'd made a scene. People were staring. Gambling drew eyes; he did not want eyes. Even playing drew eyes, but it was necessary. His art was one of the subtler ones, no flashes of fire and magic . . . But he would not advertise what he was. And, even in a tavern as renowned as the Silver Sliver, a confused, stumbling girl brought many eyes.

Dammit but he liked this place. "If you're this unsteady you shouldn't really be here," he said, his voice very nearly a hiss. Till didn't think he would have to stop frequenting this place just because some girl they invited to sit down started swaying, but if something happened to her there was a chance that people might get to know him here. And that would never do. "What's wrong with you?"
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Postby Aello on April 22nd, 2011, 11:04 pm

The man's hand on Aello's arm was enough to keep the girl from falling over. When she had steadied herself, and Yune had stopped flapping her wings, Aello finally replied to Till. "Tripped," she said simply, before adding, "you know how it is sometimes, when you get tired." A small smile crossed her lips, as she pulled her arm away.

Aello could feel several people's eyes following her, and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Her skin seemed to prickle in the places their eyes fell, and steadily, her heart rate began to climb. Her palms were beginning to sweat, and her grip on her bow was no longer quite so tight. "Maybe taking a walk would help, or getting a bite to eat..." her voice trailed off for a moment as she shook her head lightly, just enough for a few strands of hair to fall into her face.

"But, not here. They are all looking at us here," Aello whispered. "But it will be ok, the majority of them are drunk, so they will forget our faces. The scene." How foolish you look right now. There was a slight pause as the girl let out a loud sigh, and then turned around. She was facing away from all the men at the table, before she added, "so Till, would you like to come along? You seemed like you were just about ready to end your card game anyway." Another pause. "It is nice to have company on your way home..." her voice was little more than a whisper. A hurried invite.

Aello whipped her head back around, and her long brown hair whacked Yune. Chirp! Chirp! She didn't care about having lied to Till. She owed him nothing; they had just met. He didn't need to know she had no real home.

Slowly, Aello made her way towards the door. She was doing her best to weave in and out of the tables without making herself look any worse; without getting in anyone's way. Unfortunately, she was not too successful considering how she bumped into a series of tables and muttered a hurried "sorry," several times before she reached the door. As soon as she had, she pushed it open with her right shoulder, and felt a cool breeze sweep into the room. She stepped into the street, and allowed the door to swing shut behind her. Aello stumbled forward. She was uncertain as to whether or not Till had come.

Did Aello even care? Did she want him to come?

OOCHockay... so, time for the real fun to begin. Or not...
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Postby Till on April 23rd, 2011, 11:08 pm

She echoed his thoughts near-exactly; but there were others. Anyone who worked here would be sober as a stone, and gossip would gather. That was the way things were.

Till would just as soon declined and started up a new game, now that she'd decided to go. But she was straggling, struggling, and he hesitated. As she was, who knew what would happen to her? He was robbed of his choice by a quick, hard look from Balk. The man could say as much with his eyes as another man could with a monologue. Why did he care so much for the girl anyway?

Oh, he thought, remembering. He has a daughter.

Till sighed, defeated, gathered his cards, stood up in his chair and followed after Aello at his own pace, a little behind, none-too-eager to meet anyone who stood up and decided to chase after Aello. No one did, though Till was more willing to attribute that to the shame of someone watching than any intimidation on his part. If it had been Haydn, he would have smiled and said a word and everyone would be afraid.

The moment he left he felt the pull of the Silver Sliver. She is safe, a little part of him said. No one is following her out. But most of him remembered that this place was Ravok, and was not safe. "I can't say I ever saw someone quite that tired before," he said, and it was clear he thought her a liar. He didn't care what she'd been up too, but the falsehood was so obvious it demanded attention.
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Postby Aello on April 25th, 2011, 2:26 am

So he did come, Aello thought as she glanced down at the ground. She could see the edges of her boots and feel her toes wiggling inside, but she couldn't physically see it through the leather. When she looked up again, she realized that Till expected some sort of response. He seems suspicious, Aello's mind told her, as she smiled lightly. Her eyes still seemed far away when she said, "then you certainly haven't met too many sleep deprived people in your life." There was a slight pause, "which is more than likely a good thing. It must mean that you have friends in high places. Friends who can afford the comfiest and coziest of beds, and houses in the best portions of this city."

Aello began to take a few steps forward, away from Till. "So how long have you known all the men in there?" she asked. "And is it only because you play cards together?" There was a slight pause, "you didn't grow up with them did you? They seem a little older..." her voice trailed off as the streets faded into a large, dark blob. She had stopped dead in her tracks for a moment, hoping the poor sense of vision would pass long enough for her to walk around more confidently.

Yet, as Aello took the time to weight, she realized that her vision was staying largely the same- a large blurry mess. It reminded her of when you tried to open your eyes underwater, everything was glassy and blotchy at the edges. Sometimes, the world even seemed to sway. So, she went no where. "Did you... did you have somewhere you wanted to go Till? Somewhere you needed to be? Or are you walking around the city with us for awhile?" Aello inquired.

OOCSorry this post is kind of blah... feel free to lead if you want to do something specific. Aello will basically follow you around for a bit at this point.
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