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Post by Tivares Alsef on Jan 30, 2015 1:08:26 GMT -6
Tivares liked to tell people that he didn't drink. He thought it added nicely to his 'mysteriously dangerous enigma' persona that he tried so hard to build up. In actuality, all of those things were false. First off, being sober all the time just made him appear as even more of an asshole. The whole 'dangerous and mysterious' persona that he was so confident in was, in fact, totally useless. People just saw him as either really incompetent, or as a really annoying douchebag. For a person who built his life around lies, it really was remarkable at how bad he was at it. The final lie was that the immortal asshole didn't drink. Tivares drank a lot. Some might even say that he drank too much. Lanora had mentioned that very thing, actually. Multiple times. 3 times a week, on average.
So yeah, Tivares was in a bar, attempting to get utterly hammered. Again. Unfortunately, pseudo-deities from other dimensions don't get drunk very easily. Some guff about dna and body parts and the excess if certain ones. He didn't care. Drinking was fun. Sort of. It was better than facing 'Nora, who was probably kinda angry about the stunt he had pulled in the scale.
"I hate dwarves" the man complained, fiddling with his cup. "Stupid, short, know it alls. Dreadfully boring beasts, if you ask me."
And so the man sat, waiting for something. Anything. Anything to alleviate this accursed boredom. Literally anything at all.
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The Raven
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I am Her champion...and I will not retreat from Her will.
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Post by The Raven on Feb 1, 2015 21:32:40 GMT -6
These streets. They are not too different. They are dank. Grimy. Ridden with scum and villainy. A ratway for all that is nasty in this putrid sinkhole of a town. These streets are not too different at all. Not from Ireland.
The masked assassin leaps among the building roofs as he monitors the activity below him. His cloak billows like the wings of a bird. His eyes shine and glimmer like the fresh snow in which he steps. His footing is careful. He knows not to slip. And he is light.
Light enough to not draw attention. My name is a curse here. All over wanted posters. Worth a thousand coins. This is the life I miss.
He slips down onto the wooden balcony of a building but keeps himself hidden. In the shadows at the back of this world, he is not seen by any mortal man, woman, child, or creature.
And I am just as invisible to any deity or pretender. Such as this... Person. Who's this asshole?
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Feb 1, 2015 21:42:15 GMT -6
"Mind if I have a seat?"
The Minister asked this to a rather handsome-looking, red-clad young man drinking and muttering about dwarf-hating. The Minister had been walking under the cover of night, but it was apparent that he'd been doing something far more physical just recently. That wasn't too much of a surprise, however, as for those who knew this man, he was often suspected of being a trickster and a murderer. Though this was an exaggeration, there was no changing the minds of those within this quaint little town.
He pulled up a chair beside him and smiled. "My name is Minister Cillian O'Donnel. But, I suppose, you might have known that." He reached his hand backwards and motioned for a barmaiden to near the table. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like a pint and some lime juice." With his other hand, he grabbed a small burlap sack from his thin black belt and placed it on the table. "How about for you, lad? What will you be having?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Feb 1, 2015 22:15:16 GMT -6
Tivares tilted hi head, eyeing his companion closely. He was slightly familiar looking, and Tivares had heard of the Minister through various... channels of information. "You're that purple guy" he muttered, before gathering his thoughts. "4 things of that one" he answered, gesturing vaguely towards the store room. "The Minister. How quaint. Are you a religious man, Mr Minister? Or are you just an asshole?" He looked over his new acquaintance, admiring his cloak. "On a side note, I quite like your cape... thing."
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ryogamkara
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Post by ryogamkara on Feb 1, 2015 23:12:01 GMT -6
Ryo had been listening from a corner drinking his beer, he didn't like the tone of that one of them was giving to the minister, still with his hood hiding his face he payed more closely attention to the convo, he could tell it was going to turn sour it was only just a matter of time.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Feb 2, 2015 0:05:19 GMT -6
O'Donnel grinned joyously, despite the potential insult towards him given by this man. "I am, indeed, a religious man," he informed him. "But if you'd like to call me an asshole, I guess there is nothing for me to do about it. And...thank you about the cloak. It really is one of my valued possessions."
He smiled as his drink-and his companion's many ones-came around, and he handed the sack to the barmaid. "Keep the change, darling," he offered, "and take Her blessing."
Turning back to his companion, he leaned forwards and took a small drink of his pint. "So, then, what do I call you? I'm sure 'Sir Red' won't stick to well, now would it?"
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Feb 8, 2015 17:47:05 GMT -6
"The name is laertes." Tivares answered, taking a swig of alcohol. "Ive had some interesting encounters with religious men before. Please tell me you aren't one of those simpering good for nothing layabouts. Worse than dwarves, they are." He continued, grimacing. " God, this is garbage. Who ordered this travesty of a drink?"
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Feb 8, 2015 20:48:10 GMT -6
The Minister thoughtfully pressed the tankard up against his lip and sipped his beverage before answering the question brought up by Laertes. "If I recall, that was your decision."
He placed his own pint down and wiped the foam from his lip with the back of his hand. This was surely a...unique individual, to say the least. His hatred for dwarves was just as apparent as his apparent lack of any true intellect, and he spoke with absolutely no tact or filtration of his thoughts. A man who thought he could take it all, and then complain when things didn't go according to how he'd have liked them to.
This was the type of man that the Minister could certainly talk to, if not anyone else.
"A religious man is no mightier than his deity, and seeing as how She is as bountiful as she is active, I wouldn't necessarily call myself a useless layabout." He smiled coyly and raised the rim of his cup to his eye. "Unless, of course, you see me that way. I cannot sway the opinions of any folk merely with words."
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Feb 8, 2015 22:24:15 GMT -6
"I couldnt have ordered this. I'm much more clever than... Oh well. Alchohol is alchohol." Tivares muttered, finishing off his first pint. Turning to face the minister, he continued "who is your... deity?" He asked scornfully. " Why do peoples opinions need swaying?
Tivares was intrigued by this man. There was definitely more to him than met the eye, and he did have impeccable style. A possible ally, perhaps, in the war to come.
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ryogamkara
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Post by ryogamkara on Feb 9, 2015 12:55:05 GMT -6
Ryo had been hearing what seemed like too much from the mouth of Tivares. It was one thing to be drunk and joyful but it was another to be drunk and be a complete asshole to others regardless of the fat they were dwarves or not. Enough was enough to Ryo's ears.
"Because some people need answers to their questions that they cant quite answer themselves. Those who believe in a high power such as a god, find comfort in his answers to the questions we all ask ourselves. What is death? Where do we go once we die? Are we good people? Questions as such that our minds ask relentlessly and cannot grasp the right answer so they turn to deities for answer hoping to sooth their minds."
Ryo was glaring at Tivares his eyes smoking Blood Red yet not into his heirloom.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Feb 9, 2015 21:01:40 GMT -6
The Minister nearly spat out his drink at the almost sudden appearance of this newcomer. He stood above Laertes, eyes red and words sharp like a blade intertwined with the hissing of a dangerous serpent. He was definitely angry, it seemed, with Laertes' comments about religion--O'Donnel's religion, no less.
"Please, new friend," he began as he raised his palms, "calm yourself. I'm sure Laertes here meant no harm in what he said." He stretched his hand out invitingly. "My name is Minister Cillian O'Donnel, from the Church of Her."
Then, he turned to Laertes and smiled. "To explain my deity, actually, my church is dedicated to the one known as Her. She guides us with her vast wisdom, and She presents us with bounties that could help us progress. She is a Goddess of knowledge and wisdom, but she looks out for us, for it is the unholy that She must keep us from. There are people here who would rather criticize me and, consequently, Her, however, and therefore I must show them that She is someone they shouldn't target. That is the popular opinion that must be swayed."
Quickly, he pushed aside the empty chair at their shared table and motioned for the red-eyed man to sit. "Would you care to join us, good man?"
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Feb 9, 2015 21:08:46 GMT -6
A strange man. Laertes is a lie. He speaks as a character. A man from the stage. His inebriation, a façade.
His idiocy, however, far from. I can tell that he wants something. Will he be the first to get what he wants? Or will I? Have I found myself a new ally in my crusade?
With the arrival of the newcomer, the Raven looks over, both surprised and intrigued. Still hiding in the shadows, unexamined by any, he listens intently while examining him.
But this man. He is angry. Unclean. Unholy. I can feel it. The Minister should best keep himself. If not, he could reveal far too dark a side of himself. One that shouldn't be revealed. Not yet. Not until I need it to be.
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Post by Tivares Alsef on Feb 9, 2015 22:49:25 GMT -6
Tivares quickly put his feet up on the proffered chair, waving his hand airily towards the Minister. "I'm sure that your goddess would be... very interesting, if I cared. Which I don't. So lets leave it at that, shall we?" He gazed up at the stranger, cold eyes filled with undisguised malice. "And you. How scary. Poor, poor soul, struggling against his inner demons. What a tragic story. What a tragic figure!" He sniffed, covering his eyes." I'm sorry, I seem to be overcome with emotion." He stopped, pausing to think. "Oh, also scared. Very scared, and very sad." Smirking, he returned his attention to the Minister. "I have a proposition for you, mister Minister. "
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ryogamkara
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Post by ryogamkara on Feb 9, 2015 23:21:18 GMT -6
"Rage" whispered endlessly in Ryo's mind his rage become black, his smile became insanely wide exposing fangs whiter than snow and his eyes smoking ruby red, he started laughing insanely, he laughed harder and harder with every word that repeated In his head:
"You are a fucking hilarious drunkard, honestly when will...I ever overcome my demons...WHEN I MOTHER FUCKING AM A GREATER DEMON."
With that Ryo lowered his hood exposing his silver/grey goat-like horns and his black long hair and eyes smoking with red fury. And his smile wider than a clown's showed insanity. He grabbed Tivares by the throat slowly chocking him, then laughed at the surprise and anger in Tivares' eyes. He laughed insanely:
"HAHAHAHAHAHA ohhhh look at your face!!! You seem to be lacking air my poor human! What's that? You realize how fucking stupid you are to provoke me? What's that? You still haven't learned your mother fucking lesson about being a fucking loud mouth and asshole??"
With that he smashed Tivares onto the table harder than he desired, he laughed cruely and looked at the minister who looked at him, was it fear? Anger as well? Or simple surprise?
"Don't worry hehehe minister. You are in no danger from me, I like you, you seem to have A GOOD FUCKING HEAD ON YOUR HOLY SHOULDERS. After all you didn't try to provoke me unlike this mother fucker...hehehehe."
Ryo looked down at Tivares who slowly was getting up to his amazement.
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Post by Minister Cillian O'Donnel on Feb 13, 2015 22:08:08 GMT -6
He should've expected this newcomer to be a demon. He'd been in Wildgard for a few months, and he'd heard speak of this type of people being common folk, but he felt foolish for not recognising the spawn of evil when they appeared, red-eyed and spiteful, throwing foolish drunks across rooms and into tables while cursing and smiling like a deranged clown.
The demon commented towards the Minister--both threateningly and congratulatory--as the latter stood up, standing away from the table and looking at Laertes gasping for breath. This was a moment that he had not anticipated when he got here. He hoped that demons would surely be fearful of the presence of the Church of Her and leave these lands. Never had he hoped to stand face-to-face with one of them. And yet he was an old, weak man who despised the demons for the uncleanliness that they brought to the world and the pain they caused Her and the other deities of the heavens. If he could have his way...if he could have his way...
He stood as straight as he could with his terrible back and cleared his throat. "W-well, good demon... I t-thank you for sparing me," he stuttered as he reached over to help Laertes. "I'm...hehe...I'm sure my friend meant not too much offence. I'll take him away; perhaps one too many drinks? I should think so."
The Minister bowed his head as he leaned into Laertes' ear, whispering in so hushed a tone that he was sure only the red-clad man could hear. "Meet me at the Church of Her at dawn. We will discuss your...proposition."
Then, with one last nod to the angry demon, he said: "Good eve, good sir."
With that last flip of his robes, he turned towards the door and departed.
A very good eve.
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