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I'll be getting a character sheet up here shortly.

EDIT; I will finish this sheet here in a couple of hours. >_> I somehow got volunteered to eat at some new 24hour restaurant with a friend. No better time to go than at 4AM apparently.

EDIT; >.> Done, finally.

Alright, alright. The very first line under 'history' made me laugh.

Highly interested. In the maid/cook/Treasure Keeper person, mostly.
I have a question.

Since the Healer(Priest) doesn't have any attack for combat, is it safe to assume that they can have some good defensive/disorienting spells? Nearly done with my character sheet, just sort of derping on the abilities a bit. o_o
I swear there were only 13ish posts before I fell asleep yesterday. *Rubs forehead* Time to finish the character sheet I suppose. o_o;
Ken

Ken was relatively quiet while they got to the room. As Nolan made himself comfortable on the couch with the TV, Ken found himself sitting at his desk. It had not even been a full ten minutes yet he already had an entire stack of papers in one hand and a pen in the other. A bored look was on his face as he began to scribble various notes down on the sides of the foreign lettering, and though he appeared bored, he was focusing quite well on his work. Flipped one finished page and set it on the desk, and then another, and then another. But the moment Nolan began to speak, a bit of a chuckle escaped him before he turned back to look at his Knight with a smirk.

"I know you are here for my sake, liebling. But I feel troubled asking you to do such simple things that I can do myself, especially when you already do so much for me." Ken shrugs slightly. "You are my constant companion. While that might not seem like a lot to anyone else, and I know you feel that is something not nearly as important as a bodyguard or anything... but to me it is the most priceless and precious thing. With the work I must do, on top of the studying and keeping up appearances with the rest of the world... Nothing can compare to just being able to speak with someone normally without worry of ruining something."

Lightly shaking his head, he turns back to his papers, already scribbling things down again.

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Tarisa Bell / Sammuel Trunt

Tarisa happily grabs onto his arm in a careful, lady-like fashion. "I look forward to watching them panic. Or well, to see Kenny's dog and everyone else on edge... Kenny is a bit too oblivious to things sometimes for his own good."

Sammuel finally finished mopping up the extra water. His eyes still burned, but he quickly grabbed the bucket and the mop and set them against the wall before grabbing the books and the backpack. He doesn't even give a second thought to looking back, with Ethan there, he didn't have to worry about Tarisa. Not that he ever really did, but he had to make it at least seem like he was doing his job as a Knight, and not just a punching bag. It really didn't take him long to arrive at his own room that he shared with Cain, currently ranked as the 5th Knight. And he was in luck though, his roommate was not here at the moment.

He felt like he couldn't quite deal with his roommate at the moment. While he liked the company of the other Knight, who was actually pretty funny in his opinion, he didn't feel much like hearing the jokes or bits of gossip that he might find amusing at the moment. Carelessly Sam dropped the backpack and books onto the floor by the door before he quickly moved to the bathroom. He ran a rag under some chilled water before wiping his face and neck, not even wincing as he ran over his somewhat sore cheek. The happened when someone stepped on your face.

Setting down the rag he finally reaches into his pocket and pulls out his glasses and puts them on. Glancing in the mirror he examines his face with the same neutral expression he always had. His eyes were red as they'd ever been before and somewhat swollen from the dirty soap water. A few red shoe imprints were starting to form on the right side of his face where the shoe had been pressed, even though it had not been all too roughly. With a slight shake of his head, he strips out of his wet clothing, tossing the cloths onto his bed before he moved his way over to his wardrobe. Or a nightmare, is what he liked to call it. Who in the world wanted bright neon green shoes, or other bright articles of clothing...

A rather loud sigh escapes Sammuel as he goes about picking out his clothing for the evenings events.
A lot happens when you sleep for half a day. o_o

I'll try having a character sheet up sometime later this evening/tomorrow morning.
Definitely interested. :o
Ken Winwroc - Courtyard of Saint Valerius

Ken smiled softly, nodding towards Jon. "Eh'. Unpacking or another nap, both are pretty good options." He nodded towards his friend, despite the falseness he was seeing from the other. It was something he had seen before, but if it bothered him, it sure wasn't showing. "See you both soon, Jon, Cyrus." He then merely waited for the other Noble and Knight to leave before he started speaking to Nolan.

Slowly Ken turns his attention onto Nolan, who he now nudged lightly with his knee. "I am not sure what we should do now. I wanted to sit out here until time was up, but seeing as Jon is elsewhere, it is now pointless. But that is my fault. Are you hungry? I know we had tons of sample-snacks while we were in town earlier, but not a solid meal. We could go eat something, but we might be eating again once we go into town. Or possibly we could just head back to my room so I could finish some work and change cloths before then... or nap. A nap sounds nice, too."

He lifts a hand to rub his eyes, frowning for a few moments. "But I still have all that work to do, so maybe going back to the room is a good idea."
Sammuel Trunt / Tarisa Bell - Hallway

Tarisa merely watched happily as Cedric took her place in tormenting Sammuel. Or well, the bigger part of tormenting him. She had poured the water on him, after all, and ruined her own expensive books. But she could care less, there was nothing better than seeing someone being treated like this. She couldn't understand why others treated their Knight's with such friendliness, weren't they supposed to be servants and human shields?

"Since you are going to get changed early, get the cloths for this evening. Make sure they are all bright and obnoxious." She chimes, grinning happily, even as Cedric gave him more orders. But then he turned and asked again if she would have lunch with him. Her grin slowly calms down to a well practiced, lady-like smile.

"Well, Mr.Green. After such a beautiful display I must say I would just love to have lunch with you." Tarisa lifts a hand to tuck several loose strands of hair behind her right ear with a slight, delicate tilt of her head. "Though I cannot eat too much, sadly. It seems Kenny is going to be going out on a group date this evening and asked that I come along with my toy." She then went silent for a moment. "I do not know if you were invited or not, but you should join us and bring your dog along. I just love the looks on their faces when you show up, nothing better than watching people squirm."

Sam laid there silently on the wet floor while they spoke, at least for a few moments before he quickly pushed himself up and moved the books from the water. For the most part, it had only soaked him and the floor, but several of the books would have to dry out over the day from the exposure. He figured they would be fine, and if they weren't, he could just get new ones. But he wouldn't really be able to tell if they were that bad or not unless he put back on his glasses... and he couldn't do that until they left. So instead he quickly pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the mop, starting to mop of the excess water he had been coated in.

He did not look very appealing at the moment with stains of dirt now all over his face from the mop, and in truth, his eyes actually burned pretty badly from the dirty water. But he kept them open, just barely being able to make out the water on the floor. He had gotten some of it in his mouth, but he wasn't willing to just spit on the floor right now. They would probably punish him for that, too.
Interested.
Sammuel and Tarisa

Sam remained still upon the floor as Cedric had instructed. Though after having landed on the books he was holding, his ribs sort of hurt. He remained holding onto the objects tightly, but the bag that was once slung over his shoulder had fallen elsewhere. Not that it seemed that Tarisa really cared for any of the objects that were now under threat of being soaked. He kept his eyes open, staring up at Cedric, though most of his view was blocked by the noble's shoe.

"While that is true, I am pretty bad at taking care of my toys." Tarisa giggled happily, a grin now plastered onto her pale face. "But I think this once I could at least pour the bucket. Would you mind doing the mopping? I am terrible with dirt." She murmurs as she quickly grabs the bucket from Ethan.

The knight that was on the floor did not even so much was twitch at any of this, he finally closed his eyes with a soft sigh. He had already resigned himself to his fate the moment the Bell family had bought him off of the streets as a child. There was no point to keep his eyes open anyway without his glasses on, his vision was downright terrible and he might as well have been blind. It had not always been like that, he once had great eyes. But after having taken a serious blow to the head several years ago, he lost a good bit of his sight. But even after that and at the insistence of Tarisa, he was forced to remain by her side.

"Mmm, you'll have to replace those books later, Sammy." She simply states before quickly flipping over the bucket above Sam and jumping back before any of the murky water could even touch her shoes.
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