Anyway we could play a doppelganger with sentience? Possibly actually thinking they are the person they were created to imitate?
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K posted, sry if its a little messy. Long day, aggrivatiin and tiresome drama will do that. :(
Roman just sat and watched in awe as the heavily intoxicated kid managed to throw the largest and longest sucker punch in tavern history. Really it seemed that way since Roman took three sips of his mead and has absolutely zero tolerance for alcahol. He couldnt help but give out a satisfying giggle as he watched the bard pay the piper with his cocky attitude. Poor guy never saw it coming, but Roman was placing bets in his head when Jack was gonna piss someone off enough. At least now he'll get sympathies from that redhead and possibly get to see her again, that is if they still decide to come along to the caves.
Jack just halfway finished the mug in his off hand when the kids fist hit him square in the jaw. Unswallowed mead went everywhere and the big ol bard went straight down like a bag of rocks. Even though the bard was now flat on his back, staring at the sky, he somehow managed to save what was left in his mugs. Skills of a true tavern dweller, he sat up off the ground and rubbed his now throbbing jaw. "Yeoooowch ya gadamn tabberknackle eatin straw slingin fekkin milksop! What the feck just hit me?" Jack muttered holding his jaw.
"Pretty sure its called Karma." Roman quipped.
"Felt more like a donkeys hind leg, is me bella okay?" Jack felt around for his lute blurry in one eye as he watched a few blurry people carry something out the front door. "Well you were halfway right, it was an ass..." Roman said taking another sip from his mead. It was getting to his head now and he hardly noticed the pig farmer sneak up on him. "Wynstan? Stan won what?" he asked in a slurred tone before keeling over in his own drink. Thankfully his leather satchel gave him enough leverage not to drown.
Jack still rubbing his face with one hand and drinking whats left of his mead on the other still trying to comprihend what just happened, unfortunately the swill was getting to him at this point too.
"Marzzy darling im just gunna set down here for a bit and catch some winks, its so nice and cool down 'ere its makin me sleepy." within a few moments both seemed to be out like a light.
Jack just halfway finished the mug in his off hand when the kids fist hit him square in the jaw. Unswallowed mead went everywhere and the big ol bard went straight down like a bag of rocks. Even though the bard was now flat on his back, staring at the sky, he somehow managed to save what was left in his mugs. Skills of a true tavern dweller, he sat up off the ground and rubbed his now throbbing jaw. "Yeoooowch ya gadamn tabberknackle eatin straw slingin fekkin milksop! What the feck just hit me?" Jack muttered holding his jaw.
"Pretty sure its called Karma." Roman quipped.
"Felt more like a donkeys hind leg, is me bella okay?" Jack felt around for his lute blurry in one eye as he watched a few blurry people carry something out the front door. "Well you were halfway right, it was an ass..." Roman said taking another sip from his mead. It was getting to his head now and he hardly noticed the pig farmer sneak up on him. "Wynstan? Stan won what?" he asked in a slurred tone before keeling over in his own drink. Thankfully his leather satchel gave him enough leverage not to drown.
Jack still rubbing his face with one hand and drinking whats left of his mead on the other still trying to comprihend what just happened, unfortunately the swill was getting to him at this point too.
"Marzzy darling im just gunna set down here for a bit and catch some winks, its so nice and cool down 'ere its makin me sleepy." within a few moments both seemed to be out like a light.
Just lettin you guys know im gonna gave something up shortly, just stuck driving still. Tbh i really shouldnt be txting and driving lol
Ill get something up tomorrow evening. Sry had a long day and bad toothache :(
Im confused, whyd he start a fight? Because Jack called Roman a Yancy nancy? Lol
@Henwen edited a bit to make it sound like Roman was talking over his shoulder away from the others for the time being, overhearing the boys loud mouth lol
Sorry i thought the brother and friend got up and sat at romans table and the kid took the friends seat that he saved for jasmine. My bad
I have to say im lovin how each xharacter is fleshing out so nicely. Everyone has their own personality and developing before we even got to the cave yet :) i wonder what will happen once we actually get there? ;)
Romans eyes wandered a bit during the bards rambling and watched as the young boyo sneaked right into Jasmines old seat behind them and started spouting off like he owned the place. He couldnt help but overhear and admire the gall and rhobust attitude was coming from the kid. Such an ego reminded him of when he was younger. He couldnt help but give a smirk only to be turned into a low chuckle when Marzipan gave Jack a swift elbow to the rib, knowing how hard that hit was was a definate sign for Mr. Whittle to lay off the new blood.
"Oohff!, geeze Marzzy you workin part time at the saw mill haulin those logs about, ive had horses that kick softer." Jack stumbled a bit as he held his side, but instantly recouperated the minute he saw the drinks in hand.
Marzipan offered Roman a mug which he gladly accepted. Just as quickly he swapped over the now empty plate and half empty cup over to Marz with a light smile and thankfull gesture while turning around to acknowledge the loud mouth kid "Now Boyo, i remember old man Grover to be quite the farmer, how are you keeping a farm together as well as hold a wife if you keep harking on your chores?" Roman said as he reached over scooped the mug of mead right out of the boys little hands. "You need to learn your duties as a man before you can drink as one, damn swill will rot your brain anyway... You want to end up like ol' Hogarth over there?" He thumbed over to the pig farmer half asleep in his mug again.
"Oh lit the boy be ya yancy nancy!" The Bard noticed the squabble and interrupted like usual. grabbing the mug from Roman. "I had me first drink when i was half his age and look how i came out!" Jack double fisting mugs of mead he quickly downed one, then the other without even stopping for a breath. "Gulp* Haaaah! As sweet and smooth as my lovin lasss Marzzy, another good batch."
Roman sighed and looked up at the barmaid. "Will you be joining us Marzipan? Id rather have someone who knows how to handle themself... While not attempting to handle others of their own accord." Roman gave a rolling eye towards Jack as well as the obvious stare towards the newcomer looking as if he wanted to strangle the bard with his own lute strings.
"Oohff!, geeze Marzzy you workin part time at the saw mill haulin those logs about, ive had horses that kick softer." Jack stumbled a bit as he held his side, but instantly recouperated the minute he saw the drinks in hand.
Marzipan offered Roman a mug which he gladly accepted. Just as quickly he swapped over the now empty plate and half empty cup over to Marz with a light smile and thankfull gesture while turning around to acknowledge the loud mouth kid "Now Boyo, i remember old man Grover to be quite the farmer, how are you keeping a farm together as well as hold a wife if you keep harking on your chores?" Roman said as he reached over scooped the mug of mead right out of the boys little hands. "You need to learn your duties as a man before you can drink as one, damn swill will rot your brain anyway... You want to end up like ol' Hogarth over there?" He thumbed over to the pig farmer half asleep in his mug again.
"Oh lit the boy be ya yancy nancy!" The Bard noticed the squabble and interrupted like usual. grabbing the mug from Roman. "I had me first drink when i was half his age and look how i came out!" Jack double fisting mugs of mead he quickly downed one, then the other without even stopping for a breath. "Gulp* Haaaah! As sweet and smooth as my lovin lasss Marzzy, another good batch."
Roman sighed and looked up at the barmaid. "Will you be joining us Marzipan? Id rather have someone who knows how to handle themself... While not attempting to handle others of their own accord." Roman gave a rolling eye towards Jack as well as the obvious stare towards the newcomer looking as if he wanted to strangle the bard with his own lute strings.
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