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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 5, 2020 20:57:01 GMT
Ceutinde opened her mouth to answer but stopped herself when Herneiros returned. "We can talk after dinner about the details. It's a private matter, after all."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 5, 2020 21:06:18 GMT
Zavier has obviously quite expected the reaction and he turned to look at Silvia as she had reacted the least concerned. “Not boring, no,” he agreed, “my family’s from Banath so sick the Kraken began its attacks we’ve Been sort of the front line for the survivors. My family has alliances with demons and elementals and sun angels and all sorts of things you’ve never heard of. I tried to take a, uh, different route.” He clearly didn’t feel comfortable about it. “So when I failed I decided to leave because I’m just one more mouth to feed. Then one day a few months ago I got a note like you guys did saying I should come on this journey.” "I thought you'd part of the crew of the other ship for a while," she said. "I'd like to hear about the demons and elementals and sun angels, though." |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 5, 2020 21:11:28 GMT
Justine raised her eyebrows at that, But said nothing. It was probably just one more thing Ceutinde did with her fingers and tongue in tandem. Instead, she eyed the fish Herneiros had laid before her. It was hard to remember that he was human, with his queer mannerisms.
“Thank you,” she remarked as she cut a bite of the tender white flesh. She ate it carefully. “Mmm!” She looked at him in surprise. “Were you a warrior or a chef?”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 5, 2020 21:12:49 GMT
"I am a hunter. It does very little good to kill something if you don't know how to prepare it for dinner. My heart's father and mother had so many recipes memorized, and passed them on. So where are you from, Justine?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 5, 2020 21:13:48 GMT
Zavier shook his head. “I‘ve sailed with Captain Demeter before but I left to go study. I guess that’s sort of a long discussion, but the demons we uhhh...work with are remnants from the creation of the world...or that’s what they say. They have all kinds of weird appearances but most are humanoid or reptilian in appearance, and the mightiest of them can punch holds through this boat. My mom is bonded to one but she says they’re too capricious for most people to handle without going crazy.”
He took another bite and then continued on. “Elementals now are the most common things we bond with. They’re sort of mindless apparently and they only concern themselves with the Mist or whatever is most threatening their given element. My sisters all bonded to elementals and it made them...well, different. Persephone can fly,” he said in apparent seriousness. “Her elemental is some greater air one that looks a bit like a tornado eating a hurricane.”
“And then there are the sun angels. They’re really rare and you usually have to find them because they claim to have come from some other place and they don’t live long here outside of very specific areas. My father found one on one of the western islands like three...thirty years ago,” he corrected himself. He leaned in. “I call them life elementals.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 5, 2020 21:19:49 GMT
Silvia drank it all in eagerly. This was the sort of information she might be able to use in a song, one day,
"So what do these elementals look like, then? Do they have human bodies?"
She realised that she had forgotten about the bottle at her side. "Whisky, anyone?"
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 5, 2020 21:20:27 GMT
Konrad was taking this all in. Since his bodyguards had pushed him out of the way during the fighting with the shrimp, he’s been struck basically mute.
None of What he had seen or heard jived with the heroic stories his father had told. But then those were always of “monsters” -generic and with minimal descriptions- and easily, and rather bloodlessly dispatched.
“None of this is right,” he exclaimed, pushing the “shrimp” away from himself queasy. “How can these things be in the world? BE more of the world than not!”
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 5, 2020 21:21:41 GMT
Herneiros gratefully accepted the whiskey.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 5, 2020 21:22:11 GMT
Zavier motioned for it. “After he took a drink he continued. “They have bodies, sort of. The most powerful ones can keep a form but the weaker ones have to let their warlock sort of keep them corporeal.” His vocabulary noticeably improved discussing this sort of thing. “They usually don’t look anything like human though. The earth elementals can make human shapes kind of but they prefer to have four or eight legs not two.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 5, 2020 21:26:19 GMT
Ceutinde finished her wine and held her glass out for a short pour of whiskey, listening intently to Zavier. "And what are they like? As their personalities go. Animalistic, similar to people, something else entirely?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 5, 2020 21:30:18 GMT
The young man scratched his head as he thought up how to describe it. “The demons vary between sort of imperious like a stern dad to simply crazy, the elementals are more emotional because most don’t really think like we do, and the sun angels are usually...kind Isn’t the right word...maybe bevolonent?” He mispronounced this last word. “But we are quite strange to them so they sometimes try helping us in ways we don’t like. My dad’s once phased a pretty lady’s clothes off because it thought he liked her. It didn’t get that he only liked my mom.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 5, 2020 21:31:48 GMT
Justine had killed her share of people as well as beasts, so she didn’t remark on the virtues of preparing either for supper. “I lived near Vittoria when I was small. And then...” She was grateful to be distracted by whatever it was the young sailor was saying. “Bonding elementals? I’ve never heard of that.”
She drained the wine from her glass and held it for Silvia as well, nodding at Konrad as he rejoined the party. She drank and listened and ate, letting someone else take the attention. And then, she saw her. From the corner of her eye at first, and then closer. She gasped and dropped her silverware with a clatter. When she opened her eyes again, her expression seemed a little different.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 5, 2020 21:37:05 GMT
"I'm sure that's what he told her." Ceutinde said, nodding with a smirk. "But presumably they have some access to the...host's thoughts while they're inside?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 5, 2020 21:40:32 GMT
Zavier shrugged. “Who knows? The smarter ones can take someone’s mind over completely sometimes. Those are the dangerous ones. Most can just try to make you do things they want, but they can’t like control your limbs, just sort of annoy you until you acquiesce. Kind of like I’ve seen some sailors act towards tavern wenches,” he noted.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 5, 2020 21:43:24 GMT
The girl who looked like Justine laughed. It was a louder, harsher sound than anyone expected. The sort of laugh to draw eyes even in a crowd.
“I’m sure they do, but if the host was anything like this one, I’m sure they wish they didn’t. What a dull bitch she is.” There was that laugh again as she lifted the glass of whiskey and downed it in a shot and without a wince.
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