Eisenhorn
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Jerod had been quiet after his statement and response, making his progress through the inventory of the cache before Andres, that pervert of an old man, came by to tell them more menial lot could do this job. Jerod could have told any of them that much, that a mindless fool could do this work. Of course, the knight lad dismissed them, which was a strange concept. Wasn't often folks 'dismissed' him as of late, he usually took his own leave. Granted, he would have anyways once he grew hungry enough to make concern of it. He did his own thing, he could follow orders, but those would be from Jacob. He was the man putting coin in his purse, after all. "Aye knight lad, I can grab me som' grub. Enjoy yer waitin'."
Like that, Jerod was out the door and gone, nodding to Andres as he moved off in a beeline for the mess hall. Food was something he could get behind, especially after mindless work. Walking in, he grabbed whatever muck they were serving at that time of evening and a bottle of whatever they had on tap, hopefully booze of some sort, and found himself a seat and dug into the meal, not worried about taste much, washing down the food with the drink every now and again. It was a mercenaries mentality, don't worry about food taste or drink quality overmuch, on the march, one doesn't have the luxury of find foods and smooth drinks. Get it down before the taste buds register it, and it won't be as much of a potential problem.
> > > > > > Prove to Jacob that Marianne can act normal? Challenge accepted.
> > > > >
> > > > > Oh lord, if this turns out like how Tharja started being normal...
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> > > > She's only following the advice of a wise sage.
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> > > This can only go well... Jacobs halfway to drunk so he might not remember anything Marianne does tonight tomorrow morning.
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> > Well that's a bummer. And she wanted a tender moment too. Of well. She'll just have to do it every night until he does remember.
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> Half drunk, he could remember or could not depends on how well it goes.
Good luck you two, don't do anything Andres wouldn't....actually, no, thats a terrible recommendation.
> > > Prove to Jacob that Marianne can act normal? Challenge accepted.
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> > Oh lord, if this turns out like how Tharja started being normal...
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> She's only following the advice of a wise sage.
Gods help us Jacob, this is your fault for encouraging her!
> Prove to Jacob that Marianne can act normal? Challenge accepted.
Oh lord, if this turns out like how Tharja started being normal...
> > Lorne will hug you.
> >
> > _tenderly_
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> _Denied._
Hah, shut down, allow Jerod to provide drink in compensation.
> For the love of Naga, do not let Andres pass a remark about Marianne's eye-patch....
So THAT'S how Andres plans to kick the bucket...Cunning sod.
> > > I get the distinct feeling that I'm not wanted around these parts.
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> > I don't get that feeling from anyone here? ( oAo)/ Everyone seems pretty pleasant if we're talking OOC wise! IC wise, it's just the situation that is making everyone so guarded!
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> Group hug time. :)
No touchy.
> > Um, just as a side observation, but didn't Jacob technically invite everyone into the dinner during his haste to get there? Meaning Lorne being there isn't too far off?
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> No Isacc was invited and Thalia is there because she's the princesses guard. It's a normally just family, however Isacc's a visiting Lord, so it deserves some respect. Also no one is brave enough to try and remove Marianne from Jacob.
Most anyone, at any rate.
Jerod nodded when he mentioned the name of the knightess. Yes, Thalia was how she introduced herself. But that was neither here nor there, the rest of the group was partying it up while he was stuck down here being assigned to inventory supplies. Oh well, he decided, such was the life of a soldier and mercenary. Menial jobs came side by side with life or death scenarios. All part of the job, really. The orders dispatched, he nodded, glancing at the rather alarming color of hair moving about doing inventory already. "Ach, an' 'ere I thought I'd seen everythin'. Aye knight lad, ah can git on tha' bloody inventory of yers."
Walking over to a section of resources that had not been checked yet, he listened as the knight introduced himself and made mention of, from accent alone, that he did not originate from the Halidom of Ylisse. Smirking, the mercenary began taking stock, quickly moving from one box to another, clearly having done this before at some point. Not for good reasons, of course, but that was neither here nor there now. "Aye, I would reckon I ain' one from 'round these parts. Ain' from nowhere specific, don' rightly remember actually. Guess ye could say I ain' got no home, jus' where I lay me head."
Being quickly left to his own devices as everyone ran off or retired for the night, Jerod sighed and shrugged. Great, now he had no excuse what so ever to do anything other than go to the barracks and finally help inventory. Or he could go to the fancy dinner ball, crash the party and make things more interesting for the lad. No, he decided with a sigh, that Exalt could make his life miserable if she wanted to, so he would have to go with the far more boring option. So he wandered off towards the barracks, walking in with a yawn and strech. "Ach, some lass tol' me ye needed a hand er two. What' ye be needin?"
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