Sharee was approached almost as soon as they entered the tavern, even more quickly than usual. He needed only speak a few words before Sharee judged him to be a scoundrel, swindler, or at the very least, a womanizer. Normally, he would be a person she would send away, but in this case, this was exactly why she had picked a tavern to start in; there was no one better to get information from. Sharee knew his type, outgoing, always in everyone else's business looking for his next opportunity. There was no guarantee he would have any relevant information for her, but he might be able to point her to someone who did. She could use him well enough.
"I think I know what I am looking for...or maybe I have already found it." She looked him over from head to tail, giving him just a suggestive enough look to lead him on for a bit longer. "You know, I think it would be a good idea to have a seat, chat for a bit. Maybe this handsome cat wants to buy a thirsty Argonian a drink Something with...moon sugar in it, make it interesting."
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"I know some of conjuration, but was never truly interested with Daedra. Many Daedric Princes, as well as their Daedric servants are rather...distasteful. Not all of course, but many." Meesei commented. Despite her reverence for Hircine, most other Daedric princes garnered no respect from her. Their goals were often nothing like Hircine's, whose sphere she considered an honorable one. Others, such as Meridia and Azura, were far less malicious than the others, so she bore no particular hatred for them. Whenever she used conjuration magic, she preferred to draw Daedra from their realms.
Meesei held out her hand and created a small ball of of lightning that sparked just above her fingertips. "My greatest interest came with magic that relates to nature, and the world around us. It encompasses many of the schools of magic that Imperials use, but it all shares a common connection. Magic is integral to the forces that shape our world, and I endeavor to understand them."
Ahnasha gave another laugh. "Hey, you're the one who picked this pose. I told you to go with something comfortable. I've already started on this one, so just take breaks if you need it." Her painting was taking shape more and more clearly. Not only was the outline done, but his basic features, as well as a few details, were complete as well.
"He is cute in your arms like that...but I guess you are right. We can make Jumps a bed next to mine for now. I don't know what to do when he, or she, gets big enough, though. I guess I'll have to train it. You might be right about having to let it go eventually though. Wamasu are dangerous, it is sad. For now, we can just make it a place to lay down." Kaleeth answered. She put her arms around him more tightly and pressed herself against him to feel his warmth more closely. Her eyes were closed, but she was still looking up at him with a blissful expression. "I would not mind laying with you, too." She commented innocently, not quite aware of the double entendre.
Meesei held out her hand and created a small ball of of lightning that sparked just above her fingertips. "My greatest interest came with magic that relates to nature, and the world around us. It encompasses many of the schools of magic that Imperials use, but it all shares a common connection. Magic is integral to the forces that shape our world, and I endeavor to understand them."
Ahnasha gave another laugh. "Hey, you're the one who picked this pose. I told you to go with something comfortable. I've already started on this one, so just take breaks if you need it." Her painting was taking shape more and more clearly. Not only was the outline done, but his basic features, as well as a few details, were complete as well.
"He is cute in your arms like that...but I guess you are right. We can make Jumps a bed next to mine for now. I don't know what to do when he, or she, gets big enough, though. I guess I'll have to train it. You might be right about having to let it go eventually though. Wamasu are dangerous, it is sad. For now, we can just make it a place to lay down." Kaleeth answered. She put her arms around him more tightly and pressed herself against him to feel his warmth more closely. Her eyes were closed, but she was still looking up at him with a blissful expression. "I would not mind laying with you, too." She commented innocently, not quite aware of the double entendre.
Honestly, I'm not really sure what to do with Meesei. I have a hard time giving her any real response to Tunxeek It takes a while for me to think of things.
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Hey Elite, since I've established that Ja is already one to flirt with pretty much any woman he sees, could he make an ass out of himself in the tavern?
I would expect no less.
Still, different place, different expectations.
Lucius...this isn't the Blood.
Sharee listened to Kayal as they stepped off the ramp onto the docks.She honestly did not care if Kayal heard every single thing she and Noelle said. He and everyone else on the ship would find out later that afternoon what happened between them. Since the matter was essentially settled, she started to calm down as they made their way to the docking authority. It took her a few moments, but she remembered the reason she wanted to speak to Kayal; however, she needed to settle matters with the local authorities first. The trio approached the Khajiit in Thalmor robes who was waiting impatiently on them, with Sharee taking the lead.
"Ah, would one of you be the captain of this vessel?" He asked once it was apparent they were approaching him.
"That would be me." Sharee answered, immediately dropping the bag of septims into the Khajiit's hand as soon as she was in front of him. "There it is, five hundred septims. Is there anything else, or may we go about our business?" She asked somewhat impatiently.
"Just one thing." The Khajiit responded as he took a neatly folded parchment from his bag and handed it to her. "This one just needs you to sign this." He said, removing a quill from his bag and uncorking a small inkwell.
Sharee rolled her eyes and complied, signing a fake name onto the document before quickly handing it back. He nodded, then left wordlessly, which was completely fine by her. With that out of the way, they could get down to the real reason they were there. By far, the best starting place in her experience for finding information was a tavern. Not only did people tend to congregate there, but they tended to congregate while drunk, further improving the odds of her getting something useful out of one of the patrons. There usually was one close tot he docks, so they likely wouldn't have to look around for long.
"Now that that's over, yes, I wanted to speak to you. I've been paying attention to you over the past few days. I think you would make a good officer. We need to have one more to make sure all our combatants have someone to report to directly. To that end, I'm giving you charge of a team of four. Two of them are your friends, Zana and Nalla, or whatever their names are, and another two I forgot the names of. I'll give them to you later. Most of the other roles on the ship are filled, so you're going to be doing a lot of training with the crew. I suspect the other officers will be training their people, but you're going to be working with the rest, especially the non-combatants. Some of those sailors really know what they're doing, some...don't. You say you know a lot about sailing? Show me, and more importantly, show them." As Sharee was finishing her explanation, they spotted a tavern and stepped inside. As expected, it was at least moderately crowded, so there were plenty of potential targets for them to get information from. For now, she would simply observe and scope out the crowd to see who looked like a weak link to exploit.
"Ah, would one of you be the captain of this vessel?" He asked once it was apparent they were approaching him.
"That would be me." Sharee answered, immediately dropping the bag of septims into the Khajiit's hand as soon as she was in front of him. "There it is, five hundred septims. Is there anything else, or may we go about our business?" She asked somewhat impatiently.
"Just one thing." The Khajiit responded as he took a neatly folded parchment from his bag and handed it to her. "This one just needs you to sign this." He said, removing a quill from his bag and uncorking a small inkwell.
Sharee rolled her eyes and complied, signing a fake name onto the document before quickly handing it back. He nodded, then left wordlessly, which was completely fine by her. With that out of the way, they could get down to the real reason they were there. By far, the best starting place in her experience for finding information was a tavern. Not only did people tend to congregate there, but they tended to congregate while drunk, further improving the odds of her getting something useful out of one of the patrons. There usually was one close tot he docks, so they likely wouldn't have to look around for long.
"Now that that's over, yes, I wanted to speak to you. I've been paying attention to you over the past few days. I think you would make a good officer. We need to have one more to make sure all our combatants have someone to report to directly. To that end, I'm giving you charge of a team of four. Two of them are your friends, Zana and Nalla, or whatever their names are, and another two I forgot the names of. I'll give them to you later. Most of the other roles on the ship are filled, so you're going to be doing a lot of training with the crew. I suspect the other officers will be training their people, but you're going to be working with the rest, especially the non-combatants. Some of those sailors really know what they're doing, some...don't. You say you know a lot about sailing? Show me, and more importantly, show them." As Sharee was finishing her explanation, they spotted a tavern and stepped inside. As expected, it was at least moderately crowded, so there were plenty of potential targets for them to get information from. For now, she would simply observe and scope out the crowd to see who looked like a weak link to exploit.
Any idea with what to do for the rest of the day, or do you think it would be time to skip ahead a bit? It would probably be a few days before Sabine would be ready to fight again, though things can happen in the middle if you have any ideas.
"No, I was a Treeminder." Meesei said, shaking her head with a bit of a smile. "To say one is a witch implies that they study dangerous or immoral magic and rituals, which I do not. I do still study magic, but what I study is far less...dubious."
Meesei finished her tea and placed it down beside her before looking at Tunxeek curiously. Speaking to him reminded her of her own childhood, as he was likely going through many of the same lessons her own father taught her. Different villages had different traditions, but it was fair to say that his experiences likely mirrored her own fairly closely. "What of you, Tunxeek? What do you study? What do you wish to learn?"
"Certainly." Ahnasha answered with a grin. She stood up slowly and carefully to her feet, something that was starting to feel more cumbersome every day. "Was moving always this difficult?" She groaned in a strained, sarcastic voice. Walking over to the same rock as before, she grabbed her brush and waited for Fendros to take his pose again.
Kaleeth was a bit interested in what the couple were doing. Her village of course had painting and art, but painting a portrait of another person was not something they really did. She chuckled at Fendros' pose, which was rather funny without context, and a little funny with context. "Why does he need to do that for you to draw?" Kaleeth asked.
Ahnasha was concentrating on her painting, so she did not take her eyes of of it and Fendros, but she did answer nonetheless. "So I can draw him with as much detail as possible. I am not that good yet, but the point is to draw him as realistically as possible. I rather enjoy it, though I can't imagine it would be that interesting to watch."
"Oh, I see." Kaleeth answered with a nod, at least moderately sure she understood. Leaning onto Janius once again, she looked up at him with her head resting on his shoulder. "What should we do, then?"
Meesei finished her tea and placed it down beside her before looking at Tunxeek curiously. Speaking to him reminded her of her own childhood, as he was likely going through many of the same lessons her own father taught her. Different villages had different traditions, but it was fair to say that his experiences likely mirrored her own fairly closely. "What of you, Tunxeek? What do you study? What do you wish to learn?"
"Certainly." Ahnasha answered with a grin. She stood up slowly and carefully to her feet, something that was starting to feel more cumbersome every day. "Was moving always this difficult?" She groaned in a strained, sarcastic voice. Walking over to the same rock as before, she grabbed her brush and waited for Fendros to take his pose again.
Kaleeth was a bit interested in what the couple were doing. Her village of course had painting and art, but painting a portrait of another person was not something they really did. She chuckled at Fendros' pose, which was rather funny without context, and a little funny with context. "Why does he need to do that for you to draw?" Kaleeth asked.
Ahnasha was concentrating on her painting, so she did not take her eyes of of it and Fendros, but she did answer nonetheless. "So I can draw him with as much detail as possible. I am not that good yet, but the point is to draw him as realistically as possible. I rather enjoy it, though I can't imagine it would be that interesting to watch."
"Oh, I see." Kaleeth answered with a nod, at least moderately sure she understood. Leaning onto Janius once again, she looked up at him with her head resting on his shoulder. "What should we do, then?"
Alright. After another post from Leon, they should be in the tavern. Not sure where Lucius and New Yorker's characters will be by that point.
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