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Post by Broton on Nov 4, 2013 21:39:07 GMT -6
Broton looks the red-haired woman who whispered to him right in the eyes, "Am I prepared to deal with the consequences if things in here plummet? Ha ha ha, this isn't my first tavern 'talk' lass." whispering back to her and patting her hand on his shoulder. "Oh and lass, I know I'm blessed, my god is with me everywhere I go." with a smile he pulls his collar down exposing a tattooed marking of two snakes, circling one another to form an ‘S’ shape, and biting the tail of the other.
Broton leans back in his chair visually saddened, "Oh no, so no healing lessons today?! That's a shame..." He taps his mug on his table and then looks over to Thoror, who he could tell was being effected more then one would expect. "Hey lad, is my food going to be ready anytime soon? I like to eat while I watch a show happening before me and who knows, maybe some food and drink might mellow the tension in the room? I feel like I could cut it with a hammer." He swings his hammer in the air and licks it.... "Yup, tastes like iron and lavender..."
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Post by Destael on Nov 5, 2013 2:41:04 GMT -6
Des looked down, unable to meet anyone's eyes. "Different...human...You're right on both accounts. But better then that?" She sighed frowning. "I was that person. The one who inflicted all the horrors on this land. The one who brought demons here. The one who killed all those people. Does what I am now change what I was?" No....not really...
Sitting down tiredly, she frowned. Any fear she might have had ebbed away. She wasn't afraid to die. Finally addressing the monk, she glanced up. "Unfortunate? Yes, it is. I should be dead. I don't know how he brought me back, but he shouldn't have done it."
It seemed that most of the pain in this land stemmed from her in one way or another. Every action that every demon took and any of the negative consequences stemming from those actions were on her. There was no coming away from that. No way to atone. No forgiveness. Just regret. Crushing regret and shame that was almost overwhelming.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Nov 5, 2013 19:40:04 GMT -6
"Of course it wont change who you were, Des. But anyone can change who they are. And by doing so, you can change the future, and make it better. The past can't ever be changed, meaning it can never truly be mended either. But the future is what matters. You could be the very person with the ability to move things forwards, and make them better. You can't know if you don't try." Indigo's blue eyes glittered as his words rolled off his tongue with increasing momentum, and he moved his left hand about in small motions as he spoke more emphasis. He looked around the room at the people that surrounded himself and the cloaked woman. The lighting almost seemed to intensify with the tense atmosphere. Everyone stood, frozen like feral animals caught in the light of a traveler's lantern.
Except Broton. He was either very oblivious to the severity to the tension in the air, or he was very good at ignoring it. Most likely the latter. But either way, the corner of Indigo's mouth turned up into an amused smile involuntarily. He watched as a strange woman whispered to the bard... from between stitched lips. heis brows furrowed as he watched her, but he quickly turned his attention back to Des. "Anyone. And anything. Can change. Good deeds are worth more than bad ones, it's just that good deeds are harder to see for those that aren't looking for them. It's worth it. Trust me, it really is."
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 5, 2013 20:17:34 GMT -6
Valourie was slightly taken aback by the Bard's sudden intensity. Though his intentions were not malicious, she felt a bit of Spite drip from his sharpened words. 'A Bard is a Bard- is always a Bard.' She thought, the corner of her mouth pulling into a strangely coy curl. She glanced at his rugged hand on her shoulder and her muscled tightened, No One had the guts to be so crude in her presence, and again she was forced to remember she was in disguise. She swallowed her pride and allowed the Bard to continue on his way. But not before taking a good look at the Symbol he flaunted in her face. 'Hmm Ouroboros? Jörmungandr?...The Serpent, Loki seems to follow me wherever I seem to go as well. Though his influence does not taint me.' She turned her nose up and away from the bard and caught a glimpse of the Collie who was speaking. His emotions hit her like the hammer in Broton's Hands. Drawing her interest and sympathy, though she dare not get involved. For a split second her eyes flashed a Bright yellow. And her Divinity crept into him, full of courage and determination, inspired by his own natural instincts. 'Take Hold, Young one, Someone has to be a hero.'
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 5, 2013 22:01:22 GMT -6
Thistle sat, letting the others converse among themselves. This revelation had caused him to have to rethink the way he viewed life, and the very basic principles he adhered too. The thought that a demon could become human shook him to his very core. It meant, in essence, that demons and humans were kin. That demons were human, and humans were demons. They had simply been raised under different influences.
He grinned wryly, accepting the truth of that statement. As he sat and thought, his bright eyes jumped from person to person, carefully studying their reactions. He was especially interested in the woman in red, who hummed with a strange power and seemed to have no place in this bar.
"I assume you wish to atone, now that you have arrived?" The monk conjectured, thinking aloud. "How are you intending to go about that?" He glanced at Thoror, worried about the dwarf. He must have had a terrible shock when he learned about this.
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Nov 5, 2013 22:53:04 GMT -6
Thoror glanced over to Broton, carelessly swinging his hammer around like it were a toy. "Broton!" He said, voice raised. "Your meal should be halfway done. But before you're served I'm going to have to ask you to put away your weapon." The Bartender met Thistle's eyes, no longer worried about him but worried for him. Bards were tricky, and this one seemed to have something against the Monk.
"As for the rest of you..." Thoror moved closer to Des and put a hand on her back. "Learn some manners. Don't all talk to Des at once, let alone at each other. Not a thing will get done nor a proper word said." He looked down at Des, only ever able to do so when she was sitting and flashed a weak half-smile. He was worried for her; but at the same time fretted coming off as overprotective, against her wishes. It was for the best, thought Thoror. If she wished otherwise then he would cease intervening, but this was now and right now the tension was so think he could suffocate in it.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Nov 6, 2013 0:37:59 GMT -6
Ellie was disgused by how well the Dwarf's manners are. She let out a huff, "I totally agree with Thoror here, you might 'accendently' through your hammer and hurt someone~~" She said with a smirk. Ellie didn't like how cocky the dwarf was and that he tries to make the atmophear lighter then it is. Looking at Thoror, she spoke, "I have no attention of being rude to Des here. I am a bit surprise that Des is human, but I don't want to know how that happen. I don't like Demon stuff." She said taking another drink.
"There are times, dwarf (Broton), that the atmophear is heavy, it stays heavy. Then others, it might need some lightly up. But I think tonight, it stays heavy." Ellie said, seeing how everyone doesn't look like they are enjoying themselves tonight.
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Post by Broton on Nov 6, 2013 3:14:22 GMT -6
After licking his hammer one more time, Broton smiles,"MMMMMMM copper and mint.... this is a different story." He puts his hammer back on the table, "Weapon? This is just a mere tool to work with, but if it startles you lad it will stay on a table. I wouldn't want to pull you way from you charge there who must need your protection by your reaction to folks talking to her. She seems like a strong woman who can handle herself... who looks like she wants to repent... to make up for past miss deeds, by what I see... she might of lost her head in the past, but its back on her stable shoulders for better or worse... time will tell." The dwarven bard just stares at the half-dwarf, saying each word with has much skill as he would any weapon he would wield and ending in a dead stare, all joy gone from him while he puts his mug to his lips.
After finishing the last of the little ale in his mug, the smile returns to the dwarven bard, "But yes more to the point though, my friend Indigo is right or at lest so a part, 'Anyone. And anything. Can change.' are words that ring true to all creation, but Good deeds are not worth more than bad ones... they are the same in the end. We all have a ledger that we must keep in the black when our time comes. That is why we must keep moving forward, one foot after another." Broton nods at Indigo, "We just need the right folks to do business with and you'll do great in life and after... Trust me... I know..." He lets out a hearty laugh while moving his free hand to his back, rubbing his right shoulder blade.
Broton fills up his mug and look at the Kinto who just spoke to him, "Oh and lass(Ellie), the only time you should let the air be heavy is when there is fresh blood in the air, only those who want it to be heavy are those who have or want blood..." he bares a toothy grin, "But we wouldn't want that right? If your up set about folks wanting to be a little happier, I could throw a stick for you, too cheer you up. Smiles are better then frowns, right?"
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Post by Destael on Nov 6, 2013 18:10:40 GMT -6
"Thoror, please..." She spoke, exasperated. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate him coming to her aide....but she needed to deal with things by herself. His protection wasn't always needed.
Her heavy gaze fell on Indigo. "You're right. I want.....To try to make things better...to do the right thing." Even though it was impossible after everything she'd done. There was no forgiveness that this land and it's people could give her.
"How...on the other hand....." She glanced at the monk. "If you have any idea's, please, do share. Because I've been wracking my brain and can't come up with anything. There is no way to reverse the things that I've done, there are just to many stretched over to long of a time. There's no way...." No one seemed to want to admit it. But the hope they held was false.
Des frowned, looking over to Broton briefly. For a moment his humor was gone, only to quickly return. At first she thought he was oblivious to the somber air in the room. But it was quite obvious that wasn't the case. He knew all to well....
"If anyone who knew me and what I was, plans on telling me that 'everything is ok now, I can start over' is a fool." It finally clicked...it bothered her....no...not bothered. It hurt her that everyone seemed so accepting. That they all seemed ok with her. That they looked at her with pity rather then anger. Maybe she just had to admit to herself that there WAS no was to make things right. It's never the good deeds that are remembered, after all. It was the sad but honest truth.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Nov 7, 2013 14:43:15 GMT -6
Indigo's response to the bard's antics was a small smile and a raised eyebrow. However, that was merely because he was suppressing laughter. It sparkled in his eyes, as he watched the dwarf speak to the surrounding people and the bartender. He also made eyes contact with the crimson woman standing just beside the short man, just as he seemed to see her eyes shine a piercing yellow, and some strange aura, almost otherworldly, seemed to hover around her person. Yet, as soon as he blinked in surprise, she looked just as shadowy and regular as she had a moment before. He stared a moment longer, then shook it off as possibly just being the terrible lighting and his lack of both food and sleep recently.
The young kinto rolled his shoulders back and turned back to Des, who was of course the more important individual at this moment. He listened to what she had to say quietly, and was silent for a moment. The woman was right, in a sense. Except something was missing from her point of view. "Des... There's something you're forgetting to think about though. The future. Yes, the past affects the present, and the future, but what deeds you've already done aren't the only deeds that factor." Pausing for a moment, he looked around the room at the strange odds and ends of people. Though, his eyes still skimmed over the wolf female without stopping. But then he paused, and for once, did look at her. As always, there was something that unsettled in his stomach about the presence of a wolf. His gaze became somewhat harsher for a moment, before softening and falling to the floor. "The past will always hurt Des... Both things that have been done to you, and by you. And yet, good things still happen, don't they? Good people don't just disappear. Neither do good deeds. It's a choice Destael. It's worth it, but it's a choice you have to make alone." Glancing up from the floor, he make a pointed glance back at the half-dwarven bartender, then returned his gaze back to Des. Imploring, bright blue gems sparked with focus and drive.
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Valourie
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Post by Valourie on Nov 7, 2013 14:56:02 GMT -6
'Yes. It's obvious i'm not needed here...' She thought. 'There are plenty of good Souls in Wildgard, they just need a little guidance. This Boy... ' She smiled, His innocence and Optimism was still very much intact, though hardship was everything he faced in all directions. Valourie felt the overwhelming pride arise in her. People like this, were the reason she fought so hard against the forces of Darkness. Against people like.... Her eyes followed Indigo's to the Former Demon. Val raised a brow. She felt no malcontent, no maliciousness... just regret. The Valkyrie sighed and scanned the room again. There was no need for a Guardian Angel here.
She lifted a hand and stroked the Mink on her shoulder. 'Shall we go, Asbjörn?' She studied his face and the Mink glanced around the room, finally nodding in agreeance. She passed by the crowd gathered, and went back to her seat to gather her weapons.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 7, 2013 17:55:03 GMT -6
Thistle frowned at the demon's question. He actually knew exactly how to answer that, but he need a second to think about the implications of such a gesture. Looking up at the patrons of the bar, he smiled slowly.
"I once offered Starfire a chance to redeem herself. Of course, she then went and sold her soul. But that's beside the point. I can offer you the same thing. A second chance, a place to where you can stay away from prying eyes and hurtful glares. A way of life that is dedicated to making this world a better place." He paused, gathering himself. "Help me save this land, Destael. Help the Rosewood Basilica save this land." He looked at Thoror, then back at D again, gauging their reactions.
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Thoror
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Post by Thoror on Nov 7, 2013 19:07:49 GMT -6
Thoror just about put his hands to his temples at Broton's response. 'Another typical think-headed, fullblood.' he thought, but couldn't get around to reminiscing before being overcome with embarrassment from Des' comment. He was getting too protective again, it appeared. He again turned his gaze to the fullblood, meeting for once serious eyes. His own narrowed very slightly. Never would he trust a bard.
Thistle spoke, catching the bartender's attention with what he said. He was offering her shelter and redemption, the same things Thoror was offered by the Church one year ago. A pang of jealousy shook his heart; he wanted Des here, with him. Not with the manipulating, two-faced 'monk' that sought her demise not even months ago. But perhaps Thistle meant it. Perhaps he would indeed give her a purpose, and protection, better than Thoror could. But it didn't matter. It was Des' decision.
"The food should be ready." Thoror finally said, and as luck would have it a bell rang from the kitchen indicating just that. "I'll be back with your meals." And with that he turned to fetch the food, hearing only blurry words from the continuing conversation.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Nov 7, 2013 19:15:42 GMT -6
Ellie quickly sat up from her seat, knocking her chair to the. "D-did you just called me a dog!!?" She growled at him. Walking over to Broton, pushing the young kinto (Indigo) out of the way, grabing the dwarf's grab and pinned him against the wall. "I am no moods for your foolishment, dwarf!!" Ellie growed at him. There is one thing that really ticks Ellie Mooshine off is when someone calls her a dog. "And I am not a dog!!" Totally ignoring the people around her, watching her of what she is doing.
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Post by Broton on Nov 8, 2013 6:16:26 GMT -6
Broton just looks Ellie right in the eyes, giving her a big toothy grin. "Oh no, I was not calling you a dog, but to say sorry for this misunderstanding, this does remind me of a poem... 'Lass CHARM such as yours Lets Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have her day, CHARMED'."
With the final syllable said Eille has a feeling of Broton's Charm wash over her making her want to do what he says. "So lassie I think you should let go of me, apologize to Indigo for being the bitch(female dog) that you are and then you should drop your attitude and act like the dog you really are, crawl around and bark for us all." He pats her head after saying the last part.
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