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Sorry, I had to help with a music festival on friday/saturday (it went great!) and sunday was another binge... I'm still figuring out my next post, though, haha.
Sorry, I had to help with a music festival on friday/saturday (it went great!) and sunday was another binge... I'm still writing my next post, though, haha. Sorry for disappearing again and again.
Gotcha. I had an idea, working on next post right now. It might be a bit slow, I have to kill Ye Auld English #1 and 2 first...
Cool, cool. I'll wait a little longer before posting. Not planning on doing much until someone comes across me.
I shall post a response soon(ish). Sorry, been busy with my brother's birthday and some personal problems.
Thanks for the interjection, I was out and... out and couldn't post.Also, I'll like... post soon.
It was more than alright, Enzayne. I just went out for burgers with my mom, who for some reason called me at midnight to get food...
'Cid sat back in his lawn chair, watching the trimmed forest line before him, taking in and noting each small movement of beasts as they passed through it. There were some stains of spilled liquor on his once-black but now somewhere near brown Darkthrone shirt, the bottle of which lay rolling somewhere around him. Somewhere. There was little sound, except for the occasional cries of birds communicating in the trees. He heard a dog or other feral canine howl somewhere in the forest, ominous but fascinatingly alien. Below him, he heard the tiny wheeze of rusted, groaning metal as the open door to his personal bunker of a home lay half-open and shifting uneasily in the wind. He should have probably closed it. From his vantage point atop the small metal building, his view of the few remaining roads and paths through the winding tangle of the Park was fantastic, ensuring he wouldn't be surprised right now as he lay back, catching the breeze and the sun... he closed his eyes.
..and re-opened them, hearing a voice, small but distinctly a person's, somewhere out in the distance. Definitely within the Park. He squinted, as the sun lay in direct alignment with his reddened-eyes. "Fuck." With unsure fingers, he felt around for his pack, almost knocking over the bong sitting next to him, but he was thankfully able to right it quickly enough. His hands finally grasped the bag, and he didn't take his eyes off the jogging paths that ran parallel to his farmstead, which was (hopefully, but proven before) hidden behind a thick tangle of the forest that refused to yield to human travel. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand and carefully slipped his fingers through the trigger-guard of his revolver, making sure it wouldn't go off as he lifted it clear of the bag and dropped it in his lap.
Luckily, it didn't explode. No bullets loaded, of course, he noticed. He turned his head around for a second, grabbed three rounds from a toolbox sitting behind him, & loaded them slowly. He didn't really expect to have to use the gun, but he was sure then that he could use it if he needed to. What an un-chill thought. He laughed inwardly, grunting as he checked the gun again. Again, he let it drop into his lap, as he felt another wave of carelessness pass through him. Anyway, he hoped the creepy warning signs he'd put up nearby would keep any assholes away.
..and re-opened them, hearing a voice, small but distinctly a person's, somewhere out in the distance. Definitely within the Park. He squinted, as the sun lay in direct alignment with his reddened-eyes. "Fuck." With unsure fingers, he felt around for his pack, almost knocking over the bong sitting next to him, but he was thankfully able to right it quickly enough. His hands finally grasped the bag, and he didn't take his eyes off the jogging paths that ran parallel to his farmstead, which was (hopefully, but proven before) hidden behind a thick tangle of the forest that refused to yield to human travel. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand and carefully slipped his fingers through the trigger-guard of his revolver, making sure it wouldn't go off as he lifted it clear of the bag and dropped it in his lap.
Luckily, it didn't explode. No bullets loaded, of course, he noticed. He turned his head around for a second, grabbed three rounds from a toolbox sitting behind him, & loaded them slowly. He didn't really expect to have to use the gun, but he was sure then that he could use it if he needed to. What an un-chill thought. He laughed inwardly, grunting as he checked the gun again. Again, he let it drop into his lap, as he felt another wave of carelessness pass through him. Anyway, he hoped the creepy warning signs he'd put up nearby would keep any assholes away.
Lord Valfunde Perar
The Buckle, investigating...
"I asked ‘im nicely, ‘n things mighta been fine if he didn’t make me a sex fiend ‘nfront of my customers with that c**t tongue of ‘is.” Valfunde listened intently, his mouth a tight line, allowing the man to speak his thoughts, knowing that any other constable would have probably slammed his mace into the barkeeper's mouth if he'd said those words. He crossed his arms, nodding politely to Jymson as he filled the tankards. "Thankee, barman."
“Tha’ girl is me barmaid, ya see, milord. She’s only sixteen, just this autumn past, ‘n he had his hands workin’ towards her… innocence. One thing I don’t allow under my roof is the robbin’ of innocence,” In response to this, he uncrossed his arms and again leaned closer, meeting the obviously angry eyes of Jymson Fletcher, the name he'd gotten once before and just remembered. He did not miss the scant movement of the muscles in his arm; a slight shift, but telling. Reaching for a weapon? "Can you confirm this? Where is the lass now?" He looked about, noticing there didn't appear to be any barmaids, which was unusual for one thing. "I will not tolerate the taking of any young maid who does not wish hands to be laid upon her." He said, curtly, emphasizing the important words. "If what you speak is true, I will see that this man is punished further. You may have already done that for me," he added, some humor in his voice.
He signaled with a slight nod to his men, who settled down and moved to pick up the flagons, though the sergeant and two of the men visibly watched the bargoers and Jymson and Tedmin behind the counters with narrowed eyes behind their helms. Valfunde continued to meet the loathsome stare of the accused, who he decided he would rather not aggravate, despite being a foul-mouthed oaf. "I do not wish to further disrupt thine business, Master Jymson, but this is an ugly matter. You accuse a man of ours of attempting to despoil your girl, his mates accuse ye of attempting to kill him. I would rather see this thing settled with no further violence." His eyes flickered to where he'd seen Jymson move something. "You will, for example, not pick up whatever weapon you have stashed beneath the bar. That would be a costly mistake, messir." His eyes implied that he wished to take this man honestly, considering how likely it was to see a group of drunken arseholes harass a pretty young thing in a place like this.
"Now, the lass, fetch her if you're able." he said, his tone still compassionate, but there was definitely some force behind it, compelling the man to action. "I do not wish to be forced to send thee to the stocks as a liar and a killer, man." He still hadn't touched his beer, though some of the guards had already dipped into theirs in a corner table by the door.
The Buckle, investigating...
"I asked ‘im nicely, ‘n things mighta been fine if he didn’t make me a sex fiend ‘nfront of my customers with that c**t tongue of ‘is.” Valfunde listened intently, his mouth a tight line, allowing the man to speak his thoughts, knowing that any other constable would have probably slammed his mace into the barkeeper's mouth if he'd said those words. He crossed his arms, nodding politely to Jymson as he filled the tankards. "Thankee, barman."
“Tha’ girl is me barmaid, ya see, milord. She’s only sixteen, just this autumn past, ‘n he had his hands workin’ towards her… innocence. One thing I don’t allow under my roof is the robbin’ of innocence,” In response to this, he uncrossed his arms and again leaned closer, meeting the obviously angry eyes of Jymson Fletcher, the name he'd gotten once before and just remembered. He did not miss the scant movement of the muscles in his arm; a slight shift, but telling. Reaching for a weapon? "Can you confirm this? Where is the lass now?" He looked about, noticing there didn't appear to be any barmaids, which was unusual for one thing. "I will not tolerate the taking of any young maid who does not wish hands to be laid upon her." He said, curtly, emphasizing the important words. "If what you speak is true, I will see that this man is punished further. You may have already done that for me," he added, some humor in his voice.
He signaled with a slight nod to his men, who settled down and moved to pick up the flagons, though the sergeant and two of the men visibly watched the bargoers and Jymson and Tedmin behind the counters with narrowed eyes behind their helms. Valfunde continued to meet the loathsome stare of the accused, who he decided he would rather not aggravate, despite being a foul-mouthed oaf. "I do not wish to further disrupt thine business, Master Jymson, but this is an ugly matter. You accuse a man of ours of attempting to despoil your girl, his mates accuse ye of attempting to kill him. I would rather see this thing settled with no further violence." His eyes flickered to where he'd seen Jymson move something. "You will, for example, not pick up whatever weapon you have stashed beneath the bar. That would be a costly mistake, messir." His eyes implied that he wished to take this man honestly, considering how likely it was to see a group of drunken arseholes harass a pretty young thing in a place like this.
"Now, the lass, fetch her if you're able." he said, his tone still compassionate, but there was definitely some force behind it, compelling the man to action. "I do not wish to be forced to send thee to the stocks as a liar and a killer, man." He still hadn't touched his beer, though some of the guards had already dipped into theirs in a corner table by the door.
Eh yeah, your introduction post is the one you put effort into, man, haha. I don't think anyone's expecting you to go all out on every post (though it'd be nice :D )
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