Yevin

Centaurs? (casual-advanced, fantasy, m/m)

whoa whoops
duplicates.
link to original thread.

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So I'm on vacation. You won't hear much from me until the 6th

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

So I'm on vacation until the 6th. You won't hear much from me.

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Fonsus nodded to Richard’s words and did just that. He slipped down to the Terra room and nearly passed by River if it hadn’t been for Pablo peering up at him. “Oh,” Fonsus halted by the armchair. He thought about waking her and his hand stilled inches from her shoulder. Then his eyes caught the open book and his hand moved to pick it up. He briefly scanned the poem. His mind was too distracted by the evening’s events to really understand what it was conveying. The teen closed it softly after marking her spot. He wondered then briefly how many poem books she had. He remembered seeing a different book in her hands a month ago. With a shrug, he placed the book on a side table where River could see when she woke up and where it would be safe. He retrieved somewhere in the common room a couple of throw blankets and placed them on River for the night. He did consider simply waking her and shunting her off to a real bed but there was something about River, an exhaustion he couldn’t quite place why or how shadowed her and he felt it best to let her rest there.

Fonsus wrote up a note, placed it on the cover of her book in case she did rouse and decide to join them. He quickly sought out his wand, discarded some layers of his costume and slipped out of the Terra Common room without much noise. Fonsus worked his way up to the Astronomy classroom, taking stairs by pairs until he returned to Richard’s side.

“What the hell do you make of that?” Was the first thing he said. He spoke about the story they heard.

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His poor plants....

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yes
posted
finally
thought I'd start some chit chat since I do not know how long we will be searching for the guy with the Y in his name. (forgot and too lazy to look)

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The captain of the Bloated Weasel was surprised to see the mercenary so soon and so late. His business was done for the day, raking in a good hefty bag of coin he meant to spend on his ship or his little critter. Or even to get a decent and honest appraisal of the new sword he got that morning.

But alas, his curiosity for how far the double blades (which he found out tinkering with it after closing shop) would get him in gold, or silver, or maybe even skystone would have to be set aside for now. The end of his burning cigar glowed in the dusk as he inhaled and considered the new arrangement.

He didn’t care much for the change in destination; it didn’t affect his plans of any sort. He had a small enjoyment watching his customers shift as he took his time mulling over their requests.

“Alright.” He simply said after a long pause and the bright reptile crooned on his shoulder. “We can leave now.”

Fast forward to dawn, the Bloated Weasel was far from Lan – cruising on a current that propelled them with sails in full swelling bloom. The air was crisp and nipped at fingertips and noses. The winged reptile stayed close to Vidal, snuggling the back of his neck under the heavy collar of his long coat. The captain himself stood at the wheel, hands almost tenderly holding two of the many spokes. The wheel itself was of an older design than one would have seen on other and newer ships. In fact, the entire ship looked like it came from a different world and perhaps it had. It was older than Vidal and was passed through generations of generations of a family of Altair origins before it ever was touched by his hands.

The captain glanced down from his sails to the man who hired his services. He generally didn’t pry into another’s business. But a small spark of curiosity had him wondering what made the man change his mind to a farther destination. Was he aiding a wanted man? An eyebrow rose at the thought then a soft noise escaped him. It wouldn’t be the first time he got tangled in a mess like that. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Are you a bounty or are you looking for a bounty?” Vidal called out to the mercenary. Fortunately for him, the wind didn’t sweep his words away but rather carried it across the deck of his ship.

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yeah sorry about that. I got busy with life and finals and stress
ugh

but today I should be free after class to get a post up here (and also on nyama, gisk and eyeris - really sorry about the delays on both rps D:)

The New York Academy of the Magic Arts.

Fonsus didn't catch Richard's glance at first. He was mulling over the new things he learned. He quickly filed the thoughts away when he did finally catch Richard's look. He stood almost abruptly. "Hey, Dante. Thanks for the stuff but we can't stick around much longer. We have to... find River. We're getting worried about her. Yeah, thanks. See you guys later."

Fonsus led the way out of the part house part herb shop and into the street. His feet didn't stop until they were out of the underground city and even then he kept moving. Something told him to go back to the school and that's what he did.

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Oh ok cool
so then its my turn? I'll post tomorrow.