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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 6, 2020 22:43:20 GMT
“I’m not that young,” he sort of muttered under his breath. “I tried to bond with a dragon,” he whispered. “Like the dragonlords back in ancient days used to. That’s why I failed.” Her eyes widened and the bravado disappeared. "Really? A dragon?" She laughed, loud enough to attract attention. "That would be a wonder to behold, but why? What made you try it?" “I wanted the strongest thing I could think of to fight the Kraken,” he said. “What’s stronger than a Thessalian Dragon? If you’ve never seen one even someone as talented as you couldn’t do it justice with words alone.” He scrunched his face. “But anyway, like I said, I failed. They’re far too strong willed for humans to meld with.” She saw his little bauble glow slightly as he talked for just a moment. “Have you ever seen one?” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 6, 2020 23:08:15 GMT
"I'm more careful about who I let into my bedroom than you might think," he replied, deciding to push back a little. No sense letting delusions push you around. "What mistake am I making exactly, if may I ask?" When she heard Sylvia laugh, Justine cast a sneer in her general direction. As she turned back to face those keeping her company at the dinner table, however, it was as though her expression had never changed. She waggled her finger and clicked her tongue again at Konrad. “I can’t tell you that. You haven’t made it yet.” She giggled, and the Innocence and girlishness of it seemed positively ghoulish. “Anyway, I’m getting bored, do you just plan to sit around and talk all evening?” She produced a little steel-nibbed pen and twirled it in the fingers of her left hand, regarding it thoughtfully. He eyed the pen cautiously, and reached out and took the rest of the whiskey bottle, “well, now we are properly equipped, we can explore this yacht some more.” He stood and offered the woman his hand, “shall we?” He asked. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 1:04:39 GMT
She was up in an instant, stretching her limbs again like someone who had been asleep for a very long time. She suddenly stopped twirling the little pen and stabbed it heavily into the table. She yanked it out and made it vanish up a sleeve.
“Alright, Konrad. Lead the way.” She took his hand and gestured as though the ship were some sort of grand promenade stretched out before them.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 1:45:29 GMT
He looked around, seeing elf shooter conversing with the huntsman in one corner and the bard with the sailor boy in another, so he led her away from them, towards the stern of the boat where perhaps some quiet and fewer prying eyes would give the woman the relaxation needed to either come back to her senses or else open up about her experiences.
“I’ve never been one for boats, but they do give you an unparalleled look at the stars.” He gestured with the bottle at the starry sky, and then took a swig of the whiskey. “Can’t help but make you think,” he added.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 7, 2020 5:53:52 GMT
"Yeah..." said Kjell, and cleared her throat because it was suddenly dry. The stars were... not as interesting as they had been when she'd studied them with her father and her older brothers way back when. "That's the one. You have seen it?" She turned to study him and worried on her lower lip a while. "I need to find it again, but I also need something to chop it down with." "I have only seen it from a distance and it does move... but I have the means to find it again. I wouldn't know what to chop it down with but... we can ask my heart's father. If anyone would know, it would be Leuwinmorgh himself." |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 6:08:02 GMT
“I wanted the strongest thing I could think of to fight the Kraken,” he said. “What’s stronger than a Thessalian Dragon? If you’ve never seen one even someone as talented as you couldn’t do it justice with words alone.” He scrunched his face. “But anyway, like I said, I failed. They’re far too strong willed for humans to meld with.” She saw his little bauble glow slightly as he talked for just a moment. “Have you ever seen one?” "Never, but I'd like to. I'd like to see all manner of strange creatures and write songs about them afterwards." She kept her eyes on the bauble, intrigued. "What is that little toy, anyway?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 7, 2020 13:08:47 GMT
He looked down and hesitated maybe a moment too long to answer. “It’s a navigation tool,” he said, “but it’s also a family heirloom. It’s supposed to keep me from harm. Silly superstitions you know? Want to hold it a second? It’s always warm no matter how cold it gets.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 7, 2020 13:39:22 GMT
”I have only seen it from a distance and it does move... but I have the means to find it again. I wouldn't know what to chop it down with but... we can ask my heart's father. If anyone would know, it would be Leuwinmorgh himself." “I would appreciate that,” she said with a nod. “Magic seemed able to harm it, but I guess our casters were not potent enough.” She paused a while. “I am hoping whatever is in that vault will be of use.” |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 14:45:22 GMT
He looked around, seeing elf shooter conversing with the huntsman in one corner and the bard with the sailor boy in another, so he led her away from them, towards the stern of the boat where perhaps some quiet and fewer prying eyes would give the woman the relaxation needed to either come back to her senses or else open up about her experiences. “I’ve never been one for boats, but they do give you an unparalleled look at the stars.” He gestured with the bottle at the starry sky, and then took a swig of the whiskey. “Can’t help but make you think,” he added. Juliette let him lead her where he would. “Open water is uncertainty in liquid form. Out here, one can be lost so easily. On land it takes far more effort.” It was ambiguous whether or not she meant that to be a threat or a statement of fact. She stopped and let go of his hand as they reached the railing, staring up at the stars. “What am I supposed to be thinking about? Perhaps the way those stars there align to look just like the arc of blood from a major artery. Quite beautiful, really. The balance of life and death written out in silver ink.” She glanced toward him again. “What do you think it looks like?” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 15:03:35 GMT
“I know of sailors who will tell you they can never be lost, anywhere they can see the stars, because of the certainty they provide. Always moving, yet predictable. The same with the seas. Liquid chaos as you say. But flowing back and forth. Waters rising at known times, falling at known times.” Konrad gazed at the constellation she gestured at, “that at the heart of what we see as chaos there is a pattern strikes me as very hopeful.” He considered the stars again and then recalled the fountain pen concealed in her sleeve. “Whose artery is it do you think? Some famous hero? A mist monster?”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 15:12:44 GMT
She looked at him skeptically. “You have so much to say, but it doesn’t mean anything.”
“Besides, does it matter whose blood? It all looks the same in the end.” She shrugged and inspected her fingernails. The pen came out again and she used the nib to clean them. The metal tip gleamed like a scalpel in the moonlight.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 15:24:34 GMT
She looked at him skeptically. “You have so much to say, but it doesn’t mean anything.” “Besides, does it matter whose blood? It all looks the same in the end.” She shrugged and inspected her fingernails. The pen came out again and she used the nib to clean them. The metal tip gleamed like a scalpel in the moonlight. “I’ve ducked under more spurting arterial blood than you might think to look at me,” Konrad replied, “and I assure you, in each case it mattered to someone. But I can see you have a very tough exterior, Juliette. It must have served you well, in the asylum? Did you help Justine get through it too?” He said the words carefully, but firm, almost sharp, poking beneath the surface, also not unlike a scalpel. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 7, 2020 15:45:37 GMT
She looked at him skeptically. “You have so much to say, but it doesn’t mean anything.” “Besides, does it matter whose blood? It all looks the same in the end.” She shrugged and inspected her fingernails. The pen came out again and she used the nib to clean them. The metal tip gleamed like a scalpel in the moonlight. “I’ve ducked under more spurting arterial blood than you might think to look at me,” Konrad replied, “and I assure you, in each case it mattered to someone. But I can see you have a very tough exterior, Juliette. It must have served you well, in the asylum? Did you help Justine get through it too?” He said the words carefully, but firm, almost sharp, poking beneath the surface, also not unlike a scalpel. She just grinned. “If you do it right, it stops mattering to them pretty quickly.” She kept picking her nails in silence after that, grin quickly fading. “Why are you so interested in her? I thought you wanted to talk to me?” She looked up at him again, cold this time. “They tried to leave me there. I couldn’t let that happen.” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 7, 2020 15:49:40 GMT
“I’ve ducked under more spurting arterial blood than you might think to look at me,” Konrad replied, “and I assure you, in each case it mattered to someone. But I can see you have a very tough exterior, Juliette. It must have served you well, in the asylum? Did you help Justine get through it too?” He said the words carefully, but firm, almost sharp, poking beneath the surface, also not unlike a scalpel. She just grinned. “If you do it right, it stops mattering to them pretty quickly.” She kept picking her nails in silence after that, grin quickly fading. “Why are you so interested in her? I thought you wanted to talk to me?” She looked up at him again, cold this time. “They tried to leave me there. I couldn’t let that happen.” “I am very happy to talk to either of you, whoever wants to talk to me,” He replied, “when you say they tried to leave you? You mean Justine and... who else?” |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 7, 2020 15:51:34 GMT
He looked down and hesitated maybe a moment too long to answer. “It’s a navigation tool,” he said, “but it’s also a family heirloom. It’s supposed to keep me from harm. Silly superstitions you know? Want to hold it a second? It’s always warm no matter how cold it gets.” "Oh yes." She held out an eager hand. "I remember when you came aboard with it, but I thought it was just some dull sailor's trinket thing then. I'm curious now. Is it magic?" |
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