Inertia — Roleplayer Guild

@BurningDaisies

Right after the announcement of the sisterhood's ascension, Reynolf felt mass collapse on top of him. Then a certain softness leant right behind and above him, with what seemed like a chin poking his head. It didn't look like it but he had almost lost his balance due to his surprise, being barely able to keep himself upright. He had only one guess as to whom this individual actually was- Avicenna Nemu. The voice that had greet him confirmed his suspicions, with it indeed being her. There was also a slight hint of liquor pervading her aura.

"Hey Rey, I'm boooooooored~" Nemu expressed, her dulcet tone seeming to reflect her words,

"Hello to you too, Miss Nemu." Reynolf replied lacklusterly, disregarding the disparaging glances, whistles, and a few hoots given by their more inebriated guildmates.

"You should come help me solve a mystery. It'll be fun. You remember what 'fun' is, right?" she continued, with Reynolf not noticing her obvious grin due to her hanging on top of him.

"Indeed, I do know the definition of 'fun'." He answered, the goading going right above his head, "A mystery... huh."

He stroked his chin, contemplating whether to indulge Nemu, whom was still on his back. With his robes still draping lazily on the floor, it made for an amusing and peculiar sight, a woman hanging on top of an oblivious mage. After a few more moments of pondering he shrugged his shoulders lightly, managing to lift her up ever so slightly. Nothing of much noteworthy mention was happening eitherway, barring the drunken shenanigans of his colleagues. His eyes landed on the unstable Asahi, and the waft of liquor permeated throughout. Maybe a breath of fresh air would be nice change of pace after hours of being lodged inside the tavern filled to the brim with drunkards and sleeping folk.

"Well, you have my interest piqued. What is this 'mystery' you speak off? I assume it is related to the ascension?" Reynolf finally spoke, his head turning towards her rather close face, "Oh, you were still on me. Does that not get tiring?"

@Raijinslayer@Altered Tundra@Denny@Leslie Hall

Reynolf let out a long, drawn out yawn. Though, it wasn't like he could hear himself through the loud hustle and noise the 'Smiling Parrot' exuded haphazardly. The musty, protruding smell of liquor and mead was omnipresent throughout the tavern, with rowdy chattering and cheering in tow. It was indeed a lovely sight to see such energy, but said energy simply drained Reynolf, whom would much rather be taking a nap someplace silent and lonesome or be out walking the sights.

With his signature purple scarf hung slack around his neck, in an inert effort to hide his guild mark. Many of his guildmates eyed him curiously, some in surprise that he would not just be idly sleeping in the guild, and the others trying to ascertain how this 'S-class' member actually is. All Reynolf did was eye them back lazily, particularly highlighting his natural indifference, making many scoff and turn away back to their merry drinks.

A drink was offered to him, which was declined appreciatively. He understood the merits of drinking, but his father had always warned him, in the few conversations they had, that it just dulled the senses. So the only drink resting on his table was a grand old cup of water. Though the real reason he doesn't drink is because he cannot hold his liquor if to save his life.

He sat slack on his table, his posture unbefitting that of an S-class. It didn't help that his guildmates always kept him at the corner of their eyes, as if waiting for something to happen.

After he downed the last of his water, he got up and moved straight through where his captain was sitting and conversing with and old friend of his. He made a conscious effort to swerve away from the stumbling and tottering drunks from Cloud Chasers and others alike. He recognized Asahi drunkenly proclaiming something about him being the best drinker, his arm wrapped around an unfortunate Lazulin whom looked as he always does- plotting something.

After a few more moments he arrived at the table his Captain was sitting on. 
"Hey Cap'n." he pronounced laxly, "Are we free to roam around outside the tavern or can we move back to the rooms?"

His eyes gazed at the innkeeeper, Maude.
"Hello Mrs Maude. I appreciate the accommodations given, particularly the comfortable bed." he continued, adding a short but courteous bow, "You look as lovely as ever."

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