Warrior in the Shadows

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh took the pipe from her hand, slightly amused by her lack of experience with tobacco. It wasn't anything to be troubled by; not everyone enjoyed the leaf as much as Hugh. It always had a calming effect on him, especially when his mind was anything but at peace. "You're welcome." He said, placing the pipe back in his mouth and puffing away.

The next thing was to listen to what she had to say. Not something he was usually intent on was listening to someone far younger than him, but the practice was never harmful. Of course, he kept phasing in and out of listening to her, catching the first part about what Sana had told him yesterday; something which, because of her demeanor at the time, he had subconsciously dismissed the idea of comfort. It hadn't come into his mind, as she had ended how she spoke of the die by laughing, then quickly plopped the question of how his day had been.

Normally when people expected condolences or something they don't tend to end their sentence with laughing or completely throwing one off by putting a question in. Hugh had been put in the unfortunate circumstance of both of those at the same time. There was that; he'd messed up. No mercy. Time to pay penance.

Hugh would be more than obliged to speak with Sana as soon as possible, though she seemed to have prior engagements pertaining to scouting and a conversation with Tobias the thief, which he hadn't a clue as to the subject.

The old fighter happened to tune back into the conversation just in time to hear her say "I'm just pretty sure that acting like everything's alright isn't going to make everything alright."

He gave her a confused look, not sure how to respond after that last nugget of wisdom. He ended up dropping it and allowing his features to return to normal. "Yes, I was planning on talking to her. It just seems like she's making herself distant on purpose. Makes it harder to start the conversation." He simply said. "But I will."

After he had finished his words, more words followed, but from another source other than Fiona the fighter. It was Tobias the thief, bestowing his nuggets of wisdom upon Hugh.

They were greeted with Hugh's usual politeness, with the added awkward smile and a nod along to his words.

His smile became more sincere and entertained, after Tobias's last words. It was the closest to laughing at something someone said to him for the longest time, and by far brightened his mood.

"I'll be alright, but thanks for the offer." He said, with his cheerful smile stretched across his face.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh was deep in thought, his pipe still firmly placed in his mouth while he puffed away at it. His retreat from reality was suddenly interrupted by the presence of Fiona, the warrior woman. He looked up, nodding in acknowledgement of her offer.

He scratched his chin for a moment, then reached out his hand, stretching it out as much as was required. "Thank you!" He plucked it from her hand and bit into it. "Delicious."

She then granted him some comforting words, which would fall short, as he wasn't worried about her safety. He was perplexed by how she was seemingly ignoring him. He hadn't any idea, but he kept mulling it over in his head. "It's not her safety." He sighed, "I'm just confused why she didn't speak to me. Barely even acknowledged me." He said it all in a rather glum tone, monotonous and depressing sounding.

With a quick thought, he took his pipe from his mouth and reached it over to Fiona, "Would you like some? It's good tobacco!" He said with a friendly smile. It was not completely forced, but his thoughts were definitely disturbing him for the moment.

Meanwhile, he would take small bites from the apple as he waited for her response to his offer.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh raised an eyebrow and gave a quizzical expression towards Sana as she took up the knight as her scout after he had volunteered. He was aware that the man was an excellent rider, and had no ill opinions of him as of yet. Aside from that, he felt some strange ire rising up inside of him. It seemed as though jealous thoughts were perverting his mind, filling him with ire.

That wasn't even the half of it. She mentioned to the thief how they would speak tonight. His reaction to that was confused, to say the least.

He looked to Sana upon her passing by him and made eye contact. He didn't even attempt a smile. He kept an odd quizzical expression on his face as she passed him. When she appeared to smile, Hugh's eyes drifted away off past her. It was more than obvious how forced the smile was and he wasn't inclined to acknowledge it, letting his face become straight and emotionless.

Hugh seemed to stare off for awhile, confusion, sadness, anger, and jealousy filling him. The only way he could react was sitting in his saddle completely calm, with bleak eyes. Why had she given such a natural smile to everyone else? Why was it so forced towards him? What was this bitter feeling building inside him?

His focus was completely off as he let the horse lead him along with the wagon after Fiona confirming they had gone far enough ahead of them and had taken the lead.

"Off we gooo." He muttered. He wasn't all to enthusiastic, almost feeling like turning his horse around right then and there and going back to the Inn. Maybe he could take care of Arianna himself, but what would he do? A father figure and no mother figure? He dismissed the thought and maintained his trajectory, riding along next to the wagon.

He kicked Rodger's sides just a little bit and caught up with the horses leading the wagon, staying beside them and within earshot of Fionna and Tobias. He hadn't much to say, his head filled with too much to handle as it was.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh's gaze went up to Sana as he smiled to her cheerfully, waving without a care in the world. Everything seemed peachy to him. He didn't notice at first that Sana had blown by without a word, as the little one had come to him filled with excitement and joy at her new clothing, successfully diverting his attention before he could discern anything negative from Sana.

Hugh could only greet Arianna with glee, as he was more than happy to see her smiling face and her showing off the dress and shoes to him. It made him remarkably happy, and he wasn't one to let that go for the time being. He laughed and even clapped for her, the smile glued on his face.

It didn't begin to show wear, until he heard Sana mention to the sister that the little one would be staying with the nun. His smile almost completely faded, as his eyes wandered to the floor, staring blankly.

His moment was interrupted by a hand falling on his shoulder and his attention went upwards to the newcomer. It was, in fact, the nun.

"I think you two need to talk."

Her words were meant with a very quizzical expression from Hugh. "Okaaaay." To say he was confused was an understatement.

Of course, Hugh began to understand a little as Sana blew past him again without any recognition. He looked at her in awe, just wondering. He was perplexed.

He stood up, took a few steps before ending up standing in front of Arianna, and squatted down in front of her. "Hey, my little princess." He picked up one of her tiny hands with his fingers, "We won't be long. We'll be back. I promise." He said.

With that, he let go of her hand, and ran upstairs. Moments later he came down with a rucksack slung over his back. Taking quick steps towards the table he was previously on, he swept up his saddlebag in hand, and placed his pipe in his mouth.

Before exiting the room, he lit the pipe, and waved to the little one, giving one last goodbye before he headed off to do something strictly for the money and the orphans.

He slipped outside, making his way towards the stables. There he found his most fondest friend, Rodger. The horse greeted him by throwing back his head and snorting in acknowledgement. Hugh grinned happily at the sight of his old friend, and started leading him from the stables.

With his horse out in the open, he acquired the saddle and threw it over Rodger's back. Fastening it tightly to him, he threw the reins on him, arranging them methodically.

Then Hugh attached his saddle bags to the back of his horse, and swung himself up into the saddle, his feet firmly placed in the stirrups.

Hugh felt proud as he rode his horse out into the street from the stables. A smile seemed to be fixed on his face, as he emerged.

Before long, Hugh and Rodger were standing next to the wagon, ready to leave and head to fairer pastures, along with adventure and danger.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh waved, a cheerful smile on his face as he lied in bed, observing Sana and Arianna departing from the room. With the room suddenly vacant, Hugh wasted no time in sitting up at the edge of his bed. He reached for his pants, pulling them on, slowly as he went. He wasn't particularly determined to be downstairs in a rush, as today they seemed to be heading out for parts they hadn't traveled before.

Hugh pulled his shirt on, and the rest of his garments, ending with him throwing on his armor; the chain mail and his pauldrons. He strapped his new found sword to his back, and rotated his neck from side to side. He stood tall and stretched his arms out, trying to be rid of the achy muscle sensation. It was a little routine that ended with him feeling much better than during.

After this little binge of activity, he sat back down and grabbed the bag containing his pipe. He took out the tobacco and crushed it inside, packing it with his dowel. He fetched his little bow from his bag and began using it to spin the dowel, eventually causing a coal to build up enough to stoke it till it smoked. After this painstaking process, he puffed away at the pipe and headed for the door, laying the saddle bag over his shoulder.

He swung it open, with a little bit of a bang as it smacked the wall that stopped it from going further. He stepped out, taking a moment to look around before stepping towards the stairs.

He trudged down, paying more attention to his pipe, but merely walking out of habit. He came to the bottom of the steps and stopped, his gaze looking over the Inn for his party. He observed the stranger whom had saved them the day before conversing with the elvish woman, with the company of the thief.

Hugh strode over, his feet falling heavily what with the weight he wore. Hugh felt slightly sluggish from the strenuous activity of the day before as he walked, taking up a plate and arranged food items on them. He clenched his teeth holding the pipe with them, as both his hands were preoccupied with the food and a cup.

Claiming a seat next to the thief, Hugh laid his consumable items out in front of the chair on the table. He sat down, taking his pipe from his mouth and laying it upright on the table right behind his plate. With that done, he shouted "Good morning! Everyone!" and actually turned around to look to everyone in the Inn, starting with any strangers and looking from each party member to another, giving them all a nod and friendly smile of acknowledgement.

With that done, he proceeded to politely eat his food, not in any particular hurry as he fueled his body for the day to come.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Cyrus covered his ears, after hearing the whistling for half a second and dropping his weapons. He turned to face away, stepping away slowly, not really thinking there would be a sizable explosion, only to be proven wrong, as he felt the heat at his back and the blast tug at his clothes. He dropped his hands slowly from his ears, and turned to see nothing but ash raining down, like some romantically apocalyptic image.

Cyrus sighed, pulling out one revolver and proceeding to load it, rotating the cylinder to accommodate. He cracked the colt 1871-72 open and dispensed all of the spent brass on the ground. After which, he began placing cartridges in their respective spots. He finished up the colt 1871-72 and holstered it, withdrawing his colt single action army. He dropped each spent casing on the ground, ejecting them one at a time as he pointed the weapon skyward with it's loading gate swung open. Accomplishing this, he proceeded to load cartridges, one after the other, rotating the cylinder with every fresh one placed in its respective spot.

After finishing up his loading, he simply holstered the weapon, and looked towards the Sioux woman and the newcomer whom had previously questioned if anyone needed a doctor. "No," came his simple gruff reply, as he looked to the man. "Not me, at least."

Cyrus turned to walk next to the Sioux woman, a little bit curious about what she had to say about everything that had happened. He definitely had remembered something she said earlier about having a team, but he wasn't extraordinarily interested, unless it paid.

He kept walking alongside the Sioux woman, until she came to a sudden halt to observe something that had rustled the bushes. He turned to face the foliage, his eyes glaring down the area as he watched for movement. His hands hovered above his pistol handles, waiting for any threat that might come.

Cyrus was very in tune with his instincts and had a great amount of situational awareness, especially when his nerves were on edge from a fight. He gave a low guttural growl towards the bushes, as if to ward off any evil just with his own threatening figure.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh found himself rising from slumber, as the sunlight flowed into the room, and he heard different sounds. The rooster had slowly brought him from slumber. He came to consciousness at the sound of little metal clinks, his view obscured by a pillow. He rolled over reaching his arm over Sana and felt a slight brush of someone's clothing whom was sitting up in the bed and was not Sana.

He lifted his head up to peer beyond her and noticed there sat Arianna, playing with something made of metal. He hadn't the foggiest of what it was, as she was turned away from him. Hugh brought his other arm underneath Sana, wrapping it around her waist. He then poked Arianna, and simple stated "Good morning, beautiful" with a cheerful smile on his face.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh perked up the moment he saw Sana enter the room. He gave a cheerful smile towards her, as she came over to him, "Why yes, I am."

He just soaked in her touch and her kiss, drifting off into his head as fantasies began to take over his thoughts. He just continued to scrub himself, taking a peek as she went to bed, before his eyes drifted over to the water, and he finished up scrubbing.

He took a moment to relax again, before picking himself up from the water. It all seeped off him, he feeling thoroughly soaked to the bone and cleaner than he had felt in a long time. Stepping out of the tub, he dried himself off, and put on his pair of black shorts.

Leaving the towel at the toe of the tub, he walked over to the side of the bed he had claimed, and lifted the covers, crawling under them and making himself cozy. Soon, he wrapped his arms around the woman he was sharing the bed with, bringing her close to his own body.

He put his nose against her head, giving a slight kiss to her before he drifted off to slumber. It was about time, as no doubt all of the party was thoroughly exhausted from the rough day.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Hugh nodded, a smile plastered across his face as she referenced how he was the only one to give her such a kind greeting. He listened intently to the woman, still puffing on his pipe while mulling over everything she would say. He ended up raising an eyebrow when she spoke of how Sana was a bard. He knew well of her musical talent, but it hadn't struck him that she was a bard.

He simply nodded the notion off, and continued listening. When Sana and Arianna came down, he looked to them to see to his surprise their similarities they shared. An eyebrow rose as he looked the both of them up and down, first taking a quick glance at Arianna to note her features, and then taking a long time to look Sana up and down, before looking back to Arianna and then back to the nun.

The nun had made the note regarding them as his 'family'. He couldn't help but smile at the comment as she left their presence. He gave a little wave as she wandered off, and turned to meet Sana's gaze.

"Yes, I'll geet right to that." He said, before feeling the kiss on his cheek, and falling into his boyish habit of swimming in thoughts of her. He quickly righted himself, before he was struck by the sweet little kiss of one of the tiniest human beings on the planet.

He was stunned with happiness, as he rubbed his cheek and looked to the two of them as they ascended the staircase.

Hugh shook his head for a moment, the pipe and smile still distinct features of his face. He took a few more puffs of the pipe, before snuffing it, tucking it away in his bag, and heading upstairs, with the bag in hand.

He walked slowly up the stairs, deep in thoughts that made him smile from ear to ear. His fantasies were now more along the lines of thinking of his future. The image of a little cottage and Sana and he living a quiet life with maybe the little one to raise as their own.

Hugh slowly opened the door to his and Sana's room, revealing the presence of a bath. It wasn't fresh, but nonetheless, it was a bath. Without further adieu, he shut the door behind him and threw the bag at the head of the bed. He proceeded to throw his clothes into a pile on top of the bag. Now completely naked, he stepped into the water, lowering himself in, and just relaxing. The water was now lukewarm, but sufficient, as Hugh was more used to bathing in ice cold running water.

He leaned back against the wall of the tub, his feet propped up at the other end of the tub. He just sat back and relaxed, scrubbing his body little by little, and just enjoying the bath. He almost felt like sleeping in it, but he preferred the warmth of a bed, and his beloved to hold over becoming a pink raisin.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Cyrek's rage was coursing through his veins, the only things usually good enough to put him in a better mood were weight lifting and drinking. He was furious with the pilot and could never find himself to respect her, as she kept coming in and trying to help out. He had a system, and his idea was that if people just left him to his work, he would be able to finish in record time. Unfortunately, he had an annoying teenager for a pilot.

Hearing the captain finally ordering her out, he shouted in response to April, "YEAH, great things, like, shove your head up it, or make like a tree and fuck off?!" His anger was strong, as he cooled himself, pulling up from under the engine and setting himself at his work area. He popped open a cooler filled with beers, before chugging one in a few seconds and then, tossing the can at the door. "If I paint a fuckin' X on my door, will you stay out?" He grumbled, tossing the empty beer can at the door. He took another beer with him, walking back over to his work area, crawling up under the engine and getting back to work.

The nice part about a firefly class ship was that it was simple to repair and soon he had the engines purring. Before he knew it, the captain of the ship said to him, loudly, him still under his engine. “When the hell you gonna have my ship ready Cyrek? I want to break atmo by dusk. Oh and we have a new passenger, do don’t throw any wrenches until we are in outer amto okay? Don’t want the little bloke running before I get some type of payment,”

He scrambled out from under the engine and ran over to his cooler, popping it open, and taking a beer from it, "You're IN LUCK, baby, darling, baby! She's purring like a kitten!" He announced proudly, walking towards her. It was a small amount of work, hence his reason behind shooing anyone out. Most of the work he did better on his own, and people would just end up staring at him while he did it all.

He graciously took the cigarette from her, offering her the can of beer as a greeting. "Thank you much!" He said, taking a drag from the cigarette.