Okay so serious question... Geoffrey's street slang/accent ... Too much... not making sense... lemme know D: Not my first time using it, but I'm none to good at it. And posted @Vena Sera
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Geoffrey grinned at the Dimuran when she seemed a little puzzled on his helping, "Aye, I ten' ta do this for travels. Get me out under me ma's thumb." When she mentioned a price he shook his head and cut his thumb back at Zander and shrugged. "I may 'ave only known 'im for a bit, but me ma knew I want ta travel. Perfect chance, with 'im around. Heals well, 'at one does."
"Honestly Geoffrey," Zander let out a sigh. "I'm starting to think you're doing this just for my annoyance. Tis obnoxious." Geoffrey's only reply was to stick his tongue out at the healer and smile even more.
"Dis ting," Geoffrey winked at Nymira as he lay the street talk on strong with that reply. When he heard Zander let out a sigh of disgust he finally cleared his throat. "It's not a long bow mind you. A short one, not as much range, but with the same power and easier to unstring and restring as ya seen. Mostly guards use it, or huntsman. I use it for the odd monster when they want ta try eating me and me travellers when I take em ta Warren. Those stabbies look sharp, and flawless. Don' know much 'bout 'em though. Ya clan smith make 'em for ya?"
Watching Amuné walk away from Cecil, and seeing the large moorcat place his head against her back. He let out a whistle, "Da's a big un. Lass got grace, if dat cat be hers. 'e seems sentient too... Better den some o' the dogs if ya be askin' me."
Zander wanted to smack the Innkeepers son with his staff. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he did enjoy it when Geoffrey talked like that. It reminded him he wasn't stuck in his temple walls. Away from the rest of the world. So ingrossed in giving Geoffrey the peanut gallery treatment he barely noticed Cecil's arm come off again but did catch the tail end of his statement.
He's still waxing about killing them... Zander let out another sigh. Dropped from his saddled horse and walked towards the two.
"You shouldn't care about the death of those scum," Zander stated matter of factly. "As I told you on the ship, you saved Amuné and Nymira and myself. Thank the twelve for your augmentations if you ask me. You did this town a service, putting them OUT of service."
Geoffrey scowled at Zander's back as the Muran's voice carried back to him. His mother was a pirate, Zander knew that. Geoffrey also knew, that if he yelled now, it would make the boy act up more and dig his heels harder into the dirty. Having been showing the bow to Nymira, he didn't realize his grip on it had tightened and it let out a silent creak. Looking down, and blushing he apologized to the weapon and blushed harder when he could see Nymira was still within ear shot of his soft apology.
"You shouldn't feel bad about it, as well," Zander continued. "Them or us. I personally am thankful you did what needed done. They'd have done us in without a second thought." Leaning his body weight on his staff, he tilted his head as he looked at Norman and Cecil. "Death is just another part of life."
Geoffrey watched Zander wearily, but his eyes also landing on the youngest of his small group following his lead, and the defacto leader. Clearing his throat and putting the bow away, he mounted his horse and stroked her white mane. She pranced slightly at his worried tension, her chestnut brown body shivering in the breeze. She was as ready to lead them away from her, as her master was.
"Honestly Geoffrey," Zander let out a sigh. "I'm starting to think you're doing this just for my annoyance. Tis obnoxious." Geoffrey's only reply was to stick his tongue out at the healer and smile even more.
"Dis ting," Geoffrey winked at Nymira as he lay the street talk on strong with that reply. When he heard Zander let out a sigh of disgust he finally cleared his throat. "It's not a long bow mind you. A short one, not as much range, but with the same power and easier to unstring and restring as ya seen. Mostly guards use it, or huntsman. I use it for the odd monster when they want ta try eating me and me travellers when I take em ta Warren. Those stabbies look sharp, and flawless. Don' know much 'bout 'em though. Ya clan smith make 'em for ya?"
Watching Amuné walk away from Cecil, and seeing the large moorcat place his head against her back. He let out a whistle, "Da's a big un. Lass got grace, if dat cat be hers. 'e seems sentient too... Better den some o' the dogs if ya be askin' me."
Zander wanted to smack the Innkeepers son with his staff. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he did enjoy it when Geoffrey talked like that. It reminded him he wasn't stuck in his temple walls. Away from the rest of the world. So ingrossed in giving Geoffrey the peanut gallery treatment he barely noticed Cecil's arm come off again but did catch the tail end of his statement.
He's still waxing about killing them... Zander let out another sigh. Dropped from his saddled horse and walked towards the two.
"You shouldn't care about the death of those scum," Zander stated matter of factly. "As I told you on the ship, you saved Amuné and Nymira and myself. Thank the twelve for your augmentations if you ask me. You did this town a service, putting them OUT of service."
Geoffrey scowled at Zander's back as the Muran's voice carried back to him. His mother was a pirate, Zander knew that. Geoffrey also knew, that if he yelled now, it would make the boy act up more and dig his heels harder into the dirty. Having been showing the bow to Nymira, he didn't realize his grip on it had tightened and it let out a silent creak. Looking down, and blushing he apologized to the weapon and blushed harder when he could see Nymira was still within ear shot of his soft apology.
"You shouldn't feel bad about it, as well," Zander continued. "Them or us. I personally am thankful you did what needed done. They'd have done us in without a second thought." Leaning his body weight on his staff, he tilted his head as he looked at Norman and Cecil. "Death is just another part of life."
Geoffrey watched Zander wearily, but his eyes also landing on the youngest of his small group following his lead, and the defacto leader. Clearing his throat and putting the bow away, he mounted his horse and stroked her white mane. She pranced slightly at his worried tension, her chestnut brown body shivering in the breeze. She was as ready to lead them away from her, as her master was.
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@shylarah am I waiting for you or....
Look, it's onlyu been a few hors and I posted!!! Am I redeemed? BTW what IS the next towns name, so I stop feeling like a horrible person... lol
Geoffrey held up his hands in a sign of universal surrender. He wasn't trying to tell them what to do only offering options for them to take. He didn't think the lot of them could put up a fight if the guards tried to capture them, and he wouldn't help one way or another. His mother would tan his hide faster than Ole Tren could down the ale. Chuckling to that thought he turned his attention back to Ethan and Amuné. The young girl shook her head and Geoffrey had to resist the urge to mess up her hair with his hand in a fond gesture. He knew it wouldn't be taken well, not yet anyway.
"Understandable," Geoffrey replied as they cleared the trees. "I meant no offense to either of you ladies, just simply that--"
The noise coming towards him had Geoffrey falling back quickly, slipping the bow out of the quiver tied to his saddle, strung and aimed at where the noise came from. Eyes focused on the clearing, and only when Nymira and Ethan relax, did he lower the bow and unstring it in a swift practiced motion.
Whatever this man road in on, had to be magic. He looked greased up, as if working with machinery. As Norman spoke to Ethan and Nymira, Geoffrey turned in his seat to face Zander, "Any idea?"
Zander shot him a look as if asking how he would know this maniac on his weird looking contraption. When Norman asked about the staff, Zander rose his hand and took it back without so much as a thanks. His eyes scanned over the polished wood and ran his hand over it. Pulling at what little magic was in the knots and grain, he pulled it back into him and still felt like his skin was too pale. He was exhausted and not paying even a note of attention to the conversation going on around him.
He did hear Nymira complain about his race and bite his tongue to keep himself from saying how their race was barbarians and full of false pretense. He knew better of course, and Geoffrey would thump him good. Speaking of the other Murans in the group, Zander watched Geoffrey as he made a move to help Cecil off the ground but shook his head. He wanted to press on to put as much distance behind him from this village. When Norman looked at him, Zander flinched. Turning away to look into the forest he kept his hand near his leather pouch and scowled at the scenery as if it bothered him.
Norman seemed like he was intelligent enough to spot problems and Zander didn't need more at the moment.
Geoffrey smirked when the man went off about the machine, "Now dat's magic if ya be askin' me! Unaspected Demicite or does it work any other way? Is it stable!? Seems stupid ta not add more seats if ya need to transport someone!" Geoffrey looked on in excitement and stopped his questions when he watched Cecil fall. He stopped heading towards him and let out a huff. Hopefully Cecil could do something to help him out. Moving his horse away instead, to give Norman and Cecil some room, he headed towards Nymira.
"Since ya gotcha weap'ns," when he received a look he cleared his throat sheepishly. "Sorry. Since you have gotten your weapons, and your friend is here with us, shall we head away from the ship? Once your friend helps... Cecil, we can head towards the next town and perchance rest along the way. It's no more than a day and half travel."
"Understandable," Geoffrey replied as they cleared the trees. "I meant no offense to either of you ladies, just simply that--"
The noise coming towards him had Geoffrey falling back quickly, slipping the bow out of the quiver tied to his saddle, strung and aimed at where the noise came from. Eyes focused on the clearing, and only when Nymira and Ethan relax, did he lower the bow and unstring it in a swift practiced motion.
Whatever this man road in on, had to be magic. He looked greased up, as if working with machinery. As Norman spoke to Ethan and Nymira, Geoffrey turned in his seat to face Zander, "Any idea?"
Zander shot him a look as if asking how he would know this maniac on his weird looking contraption. When Norman asked about the staff, Zander rose his hand and took it back without so much as a thanks. His eyes scanned over the polished wood and ran his hand over it. Pulling at what little magic was in the knots and grain, he pulled it back into him and still felt like his skin was too pale. He was exhausted and not paying even a note of attention to the conversation going on around him.
He did hear Nymira complain about his race and bite his tongue to keep himself from saying how their race was barbarians and full of false pretense. He knew better of course, and Geoffrey would thump him good. Speaking of the other Murans in the group, Zander watched Geoffrey as he made a move to help Cecil off the ground but shook his head. He wanted to press on to put as much distance behind him from this village. When Norman looked at him, Zander flinched. Turning away to look into the forest he kept his hand near his leather pouch and scowled at the scenery as if it bothered him.
Norman seemed like he was intelligent enough to spot problems and Zander didn't need more at the moment.
Geoffrey smirked when the man went off about the machine, "Now dat's magic if ya be askin' me! Unaspected Demicite or does it work any other way? Is it stable!? Seems stupid ta not add more seats if ya need to transport someone!" Geoffrey looked on in excitement and stopped his questions when he watched Cecil fall. He stopped heading towards him and let out a huff. Hopefully Cecil could do something to help him out. Moving his horse away instead, to give Norman and Cecil some room, he headed towards Nymira.
"Since ya gotcha weap'ns," when he received a look he cleared his throat sheepishly. "Sorry. Since you have gotten your weapons, and your friend is here with us, shall we head away from the ship? Once your friend helps... Cecil, we can head towards the next town and perchance rest along the way. It's no more than a day and half travel."
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Again so sorry for the delay guys... took me a bit to get the flow again... So @Rumplestiltskin when are you going to show up!? This is gonna get exciting!
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@AngelKitten I SEE YOU Angel-chan!!! You cannot hide!
Again so sorry for the delay guys... took me a bit to get the flow again... So @Rumplestiltskin when are you going to show up!? This is gonna get exciting!
EDIT:
@AngelKitten I SEE YOU Angel-chan!!! You cannot hide!
Geoffrey stalked towards the stables, but forced a smile on his face. He didn't know why he was annoyed at basically being told to leave the town. It wasn't like his mother to instantly send him away like this. Did she know something that she wasn't letting on when he had been entertaining the group he was going to travel with? To settle himself, he clutched the flute he dug out of his sack, and put it between his teeth with a clack. His horse pranced in the stables, and Geoffrey let his worries leave him as he saddled her and her mate. Zander would be learning to ride sooner rather than later to make up for time.
As he brought them out, and Ethan and his group got settled, he waved good-bye to the crowd, stating he was taking this group to the next town and using some misdirection stated they wanted to take the scenic route. They would travel out the North Gate and than head West towards the village and along the wall.
Zander's scowl when he was told he would be riding solo, along with the boy falling flat on his arse when he misjudged the amount of force behind the jump to get on, was well worth this. He laughed, and ignored Zander's muttered cursing and patted the spoiled priest on the head. Helping him get up and explaining how to be gentle with his horses mate, he jumped onto his horse. Waved goodbye to the crowd and placed the flute to his lips and let a sweet song take over.
Zander felt sore all over, and a little ashamed of not thinking of the rest of the group being just as worn out as he was. He didn't know how to help Cecil, and every attempt to get close seemed to be met with weary eyes and uncertainty. It bothered him, but for now he'd set it aside to pay attention to what he was doing. He had never actually ridden a horse. Not that he could recall any time of doing such an odd act. Watching Ethan place his head on Amuné's head he shook his own. As he went to open his mouth to say something cruel, he stopped. Nymira had warned him and Geoffrey had booted his leg when he saw Zander's mouth open to catch flies.
Geoffrey still with his hands still on the flute, and his knees guiding his horse, he pushed her into a trot to get beside Ethan. He let the words sink in, they wanted their weapons back. Understandably so, but the guard would be most hostile towards them. "Leave 'em to me than. If you lot don' mind sharing some of da food me ma packed.."
"Geo," Zander called after him. "Speak like a person... You're slang is sticking out like a sore thumb."
Rolling his eyes, clearing his throat and throwing Zander a patient look, "Yes, MiLord! The world and it's riches for you, MiLord." He winked at Amuné as he spoke now. He was hoping to soothe the tension between the two. "Anyroads," he chuckled a little at Zander's glaring at him. "Ethan right? Why not let the little lady ride with me? You get some rest in the cart. You look tired and if I didn't know, a little older looking at the moment. Old men should rest when their bones are weary." Grinning now. He wasn't sure how this would be taken. If he was to actually guide them. He'd guide them his way. "Plus," Geoffrey added. "If the young lady here, Amuné right? Prefers it, I'm sure Serina here would gladly lead your horse as you rest."
He let the seriousness in his eyes show as he cast a glance at Nymira. He would no more order her around, nor tell her what to do. She was a Dimura. They could handle themselves, and if the regal lady decided to rest. She would. He could just tell by the way she kept her back straight even on the horse. Getting a little closer to Ethan if he wanted to pass the young girl off to him easier.
"The guards know me," Geoffrey went back to the main topic. "Let me speak for you. Show them food and good mead, and they will let me gather what I want. My mother will cover anything else for this. She's no fan of pirates that pillage her home port."
Zander scowled at the back of Geoffrey's head as he got friendly with Ethan. He wasn't worried about the younger man's affections, but more of feeling a little left out. He pulled in a little more, and turned his attention to what had caught it earlier. As they had been going, he felt the Cursed Seal Paper in his pouch like it was a fire against his bare skin. When they finally rested, he would try a hotter flame to burn the tainted paper. He scowled down at his side pouch and pulled his hoodie on tighter.
As he brought them out, and Ethan and his group got settled, he waved good-bye to the crowd, stating he was taking this group to the next town and using some misdirection stated they wanted to take the scenic route. They would travel out the North Gate and than head West towards the village and along the wall.
Zander's scowl when he was told he would be riding solo, along with the boy falling flat on his arse when he misjudged the amount of force behind the jump to get on, was well worth this. He laughed, and ignored Zander's muttered cursing and patted the spoiled priest on the head. Helping him get up and explaining how to be gentle with his horses mate, he jumped onto his horse. Waved goodbye to the crowd and placed the flute to his lips and let a sweet song take over.
Zander felt sore all over, and a little ashamed of not thinking of the rest of the group being just as worn out as he was. He didn't know how to help Cecil, and every attempt to get close seemed to be met with weary eyes and uncertainty. It bothered him, but for now he'd set it aside to pay attention to what he was doing. He had never actually ridden a horse. Not that he could recall any time of doing such an odd act. Watching Ethan place his head on Amuné's head he shook his own. As he went to open his mouth to say something cruel, he stopped. Nymira had warned him and Geoffrey had booted his leg when he saw Zander's mouth open to catch flies.
Geoffrey still with his hands still on the flute, and his knees guiding his horse, he pushed her into a trot to get beside Ethan. He let the words sink in, they wanted their weapons back. Understandably so, but the guard would be most hostile towards them. "Leave 'em to me than. If you lot don' mind sharing some of da food me ma packed.."
"Geo," Zander called after him. "Speak like a person... You're slang is sticking out like a sore thumb."
Rolling his eyes, clearing his throat and throwing Zander a patient look, "Yes, MiLord! The world and it's riches for you, MiLord." He winked at Amuné as he spoke now. He was hoping to soothe the tension between the two. "Anyroads," he chuckled a little at Zander's glaring at him. "Ethan right? Why not let the little lady ride with me? You get some rest in the cart. You look tired and if I didn't know, a little older looking at the moment. Old men should rest when their bones are weary." Grinning now. He wasn't sure how this would be taken. If he was to actually guide them. He'd guide them his way. "Plus," Geoffrey added. "If the young lady here, Amuné right? Prefers it, I'm sure Serina here would gladly lead your horse as you rest."
He let the seriousness in his eyes show as he cast a glance at Nymira. He would no more order her around, nor tell her what to do. She was a Dimura. They could handle themselves, and if the regal lady decided to rest. She would. He could just tell by the way she kept her back straight even on the horse. Getting a little closer to Ethan if he wanted to pass the young girl off to him easier.
"The guards know me," Geoffrey went back to the main topic. "Let me speak for you. Show them food and good mead, and they will let me gather what I want. My mother will cover anything else for this. She's no fan of pirates that pillage her home port."
Zander scowled at the back of Geoffrey's head as he got friendly with Ethan. He wasn't worried about the younger man's affections, but more of feeling a little left out. He pulled in a little more, and turned his attention to what had caught it earlier. As they had been going, he felt the Cursed Seal Paper in his pouch like it was a fire against his bare skin. When they finally rested, he would try a hotter flame to burn the tainted paper. He scowled down at his side pouch and pulled his hoodie on tighter.
Oooohhhh no i didnt... Well solly me... *looks back at everyone* i'll have it up tomorrow... Dx
Omg its under the hiders... I feel rather stupid now. Should probably read those when I'm not on my phone. Sorry sorry!!
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