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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 19:10:47 GMT
"This King never goes to war." Damien raised his hand to his heart, "That I swear. I may get into an occasional scrap, but only when forced into it by the circumstances." He shook his head, "And I hate circumstances. I did what I always do got dazzled by a pair of pretty eyes and next thing you know I am on a voyage with a biologist as he takes notes about some sea serpent of an unusual size." He suddenly smiled, "I will find prophet at the end though. The ships has that author on it. Nigel Thundertoots... or something like that. You know I can not remember a name to save my life... except my own. Of course." He winked at her. "He seems like he might have some coin on him... or maybe I can grab a couple first editions."
Damien shrugged, "I don't really like plans, but I will figure something out. What are you doing out here Rose? Taking a vacation?" He looked at her expectantly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 19:14:05 GMT
“In a manner of speaking,” she said. “Some old wench tried to kidnap me from my ship about six months ago. We killed her little henchmen and tortured this islands location from the rest of them. Now I’m just waiting until we decides to come get her home back. It should be a magical time,” she said wistfully, clearly enjoying the thought. “Besides, i did always rather fancy wearing a crown.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 19:22:25 GMT
"You should really commission a crown then. Have it made of Driftwood. I think it would suit you quite well." Damien jerked the pole to the right. "If you are ever in Bastion I can show you my crown. It is not one that can be worn out in public. It draws too many eyes." He chuckled below his breath. "Well... since I am here I would wager on your pirates returning soon. Lady luck is always kicking up the status quo when I am around." He smiled deeply at her, "It is often quite good for business I admit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 19:25:50 GMT
“Indeed, I do not recall you ever being boring. Would you care to pillage my predecessor’s wine cellar? Reunions deserve a toast.” He hadn’t seen Gillian in fifteen years, likely; she had been younger and he had begun his life of crime about them.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 19:34:22 GMT
Damien threw the pole back with the others she had with the line still running out to where he had thrown it. "Now that sounds like a lovely suggestion. Why are you fishing? Don't you have men and women to do exactly that kind of monotonous task?" He turned to her and offfered her his arm like they were entering a ball. "I must have been boring at some point I suppose. I just do not seem to recall any specific times. What kind of wine do you have?" He walked with her into the building.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 19:43:51 GMT
“The best kind,” she said airily, “someone else’s. I find fishing relaxing. Something about outwitting dumb animals...I’m sure you see the analogy.” She chuckled as they entered the house. It’s well decorated but she’s clearly breaking the rarest furniture that wouldn’t fit on a ship. “First rule...” she chucked a vase against a wall. “You gotta break something.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 20:22:33 GMT
"I normally only break hearts, but I suppose I can try something vulgar like this." Damien walked to a painting and studied it for a moment. It was a sea horse jumping out of the water framed by a rainbow "This has an elegance in its ugliness. It makes me fell both hate, fear and the grim hand of death." He grabbed it from the wall and threw it across the room to crash into another wall. "Pirates are the worst. Just unchecked destruction because of boredom." He winked at her though. "Right Rose?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 20:47:33 GMT
“That’s right my friend,” she said. “Vulgarity is the spice of life.” She descended to the wine cellar. Damien saw a King’s collection, hundreds of bottles. “Red or white?” She asked.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 20:57:47 GMT
Damien made a face at her and walked over to the red wine. He pulled up a bottle and pulled out the cork with his teeth. "White wine is the most boring substance on the entire world. I know for a fact that it is all a giant con. A vintner convinced some Emperor centuries ago that white wine was the fashionable thing since the powdered wig. The Emperor fell for the line hook, line and sinker and now here we are in a world where every one thinks that white is more elegant when it is really just boring." He took a long swing and handed her the bottle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 22:05:36 GMT
She drank and shrugged. “You hVe clearly never had the right chardonnay,” she said. “But there is something about a good red..it tickles inside and out.” She plopped on a chair. “So then, what are you really here to steal?”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 11, 2020 22:40:26 GMT
Damien laughed and sat down a well, "I honestly had no idea this island was on our course. It was just a completely random accident. I understand of course how difficult that is to believe, but I swear on my father's grave I have no intention of stealing anything." He then stopped and leaned forward, "Why... what is worth stealing here? Is there something I should turn my attention to?" He raised a single eyebrow in question and gave her a confident smile.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2020 22:50:51 GMT
Rose leaned in. “There’s a man here named Frederic. He has a magical cloak that supposedly lets one fly.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 12, 2020 12:06:26 GMT
Damien chuckled. “Well, well, well” he reached up to his own chin and Stroked it. “And this is the point of the story you tell me He is the second mostly deadly person on this isle. Also that it is impossible to steal.” His eyes twinkled with contemplation as he spoke though. He dreamed up soaring through the air lifting necklaces off nobles and flying away laughing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2020 15:35:27 GMT
“Well, until you arrived, I’d have said it was impossible to steal. But I’m sure where there’s a will there’s a way.” Rose took another drink. “Just steer clear of Priscilla’s. The owners there are straight psychopaths. Even by our standards.”
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 12, 2020 21:35:27 GMT
Damien raised a single eyebrow, "Your standards. You know I take great pains to do no harm." He leaned back and took another sip of wine. "What is the story behind that statement? I would have thought we grew up with far worse people about." He flashed her a quick smile, "This Frederic runs the book store?" He asked curiously.
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