Tazzak popped his head up from the top of the ladder he held onto. The ship was slightly quieter now, but someone was yelling from the engine room. It was one of the voices he heard while hiding. They're down? What now!? Pulling himself up, Tazzak clambered onto the deck and ran for the engine room. When he slid to a stop outside the door, he spotted the source of the request for help. Some human and his droid. He didn't look local, so Tazzak pulled out his voice synthesiser and clipped it to the edge of his hood so he could speak basic with him.
"-Out of the way-" The monotonous voice synthesiser droned as Tazzak pushed past the human and inspected the read outs on the engine. The previous owner of the ship had made some modifications to the engine by the looks, but it was a shoddy install job, these kinds of things regularly got blockages. All that would be needed was... Tazzak pushed a few buttons and flipped a lever, before rearing and kicking a nearby pipe as hard as he could without hurting himself. Flipping the lever again, there was a satisfying clunk and whirr. Tazzak turned around to the human and pointed to the droid, "-Get your droid to recalibrate the engines. No time to do it by hand. Also try the shields again. There was a power problem that I found. It should only need a reset-." Tazzak's body language was a bit less patient and grounded as the droid-like voice he was speaking in, but he doubted that the human would need any encouragement in this situation.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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I've got to focus on study today, I'll have to postpone posting until tonight.
"With what I've seen, I wouldn't be surprised if she walked in with one of those remedies right now." Ariel said, getting up and dressing herself, "Still feeling like that drinking contest is a good idea?" The question was more of a rhetorical one. Ariel knew that Lorag's love for drink was not likely to be diminished by such a hangover. Instead, she exited the room to head downstairs and see if anyone else was up.
She proceeded downstairs to find the rest of the pack, as well as Rukeewei around the usual table.
"I think some guar chops would go down nicely, if you please, Rukeewei," Janius said, "Nice not to have to prepare my meals for a change."
While all this was going on, Sabine poured the finished hangover cure into a small glass bottle. She was listening to every word and didn't quite anticipate having to order for herself. While Rukeewei responded, Sabine got up and carried the cure upstairs. Although she didn't intend to sneak up on Lorag, she was as quiet as she usually was as she approached him and held out the potion for him to take.
Fendros, still feeling adventurous after the culinary adventure on the previous day, made his decision as per Rukeewei's recommendation. "I'll try the wamasu eggs, if they're safe." Fendros didn't mean to offend by his comment, rather it was a habit he had got into while in the city to make sure he didn't eat something that was only suitable for Argonian consumption.
As Ariel approached the table, she quickly picked up on the event. "I... don't suppose you have a vegetable soup of some kind?" she hazarded. Even though she had eaten a lot more meat than usual while travelling with the pack, she felt as if something lighter would be better this morning. The anticipation of her meeting later in the day was making her stomach uneasy.
She proceeded downstairs to find the rest of the pack, as well as Rukeewei around the usual table.
"I think some guar chops would go down nicely, if you please, Rukeewei," Janius said, "Nice not to have to prepare my meals for a change."
While all this was going on, Sabine poured the finished hangover cure into a small glass bottle. She was listening to every word and didn't quite anticipate having to order for herself. While Rukeewei responded, Sabine got up and carried the cure upstairs. Although she didn't intend to sneak up on Lorag, she was as quiet as she usually was as she approached him and held out the potion for him to take.
Fendros, still feeling adventurous after the culinary adventure on the previous day, made his decision as per Rukeewei's recommendation. "I'll try the wamasu eggs, if they're safe." Fendros didn't mean to offend by his comment, rather it was a habit he had got into while in the city to make sure he didn't eat something that was only suitable for Argonian consumption.
As Ariel approached the table, she quickly picked up on the event. "I... don't suppose you have a vegetable soup of some kind?" she hazarded. Even though she had eaten a lot more meat than usual while travelling with the pack, she felt as if something lighter would be better this morning. The anticipation of her meeting later in the day was making her stomach uneasy.
Had Meesei said the same thing a few months ago, Janius would have been distraught, but now it was slightly consoling. Don't jinx it, Meesei, Janius thought before he drifted to sleep.
The next morning, the sound of floorboards creaking and sheets shuffling was a sound that Janius had not woken up to in a long time. He squirmed a little to let the blood flow back into the limbs he had slept upon, and heard Meesei's good morning. He breathed in deeply and turned to see where she was with bleary eyes. "'Morning," he groaned. As was his habit, he stood up almost immediately and wiped his eyes. It also felt strange to get up from a raised bed rather a bedroll on the ground. Thankfully he remembered to dress before he proceeded downstairs for breakfast.
Fendros found himself thinking similar things to Janius as he got up. Normally he and Ahnasha woke up shortly after one another, but this time she was still fast asleep when he moved to get up. Figuring a sleep in wouldn't do any harm, Fendros carefully slid a pillow underneath her head and let her sleep while he dressed himself and headed out of the room. He spotted Janius in the hallway outside of the room and threw him a greeting smile as he quietly closed the door behind him. Janius returned a nod as he walked past him.
When Ariel awoke, her eyes opened to the bed across from her. Sabine had already awoken by the looks, and was nowhere to be seen. She considered snoozing for a little longer in the clean and comfortable bed, but a gruff groaning was cause for her to sit up and find Lorag sitting in the exact right position for the sunlight to shine into his eyes. The sound of his throat and the bags under his eyes made it clear that he was paying for his drinking this morning. After breathing in through her nose and stretching, Ariel addressed Lorag, keeping her voice down to spare his ears. "Good morning. Feeling a little down?"
Janius and Fendros descended to the ground level to see a few guests sitting at tables eating breakfast. It was likely that a number of them were others who had rented rooms, as not all of them were Argonians. Funnily enough, the table they had used the night before was occupied by Sabine, some basic alchemical equipment surrounded her. Janius and Fendros joined her, taking the nearest seats to them. "You're right where I left you last night, Runt. Did you sleep at all?" Janius asked.
The way Sabine glanced up from her task at Janius in that moment was rather dismissive. It looked as if the was mixing a hangover cure for Lorag. She resumed stirring the liquid mix in her mortar and pestle.
For a few awkward moments, Janius and Fendros sat silently and were at a loss. "I have a feeling we're going to have to find a butcher to get the usual breakfast," Fendros remarked. He couldn't remember whether they had brought the meat stockpile with them into the city, but he remembered hearing consideration of leaving it behind in case of the smell.
The next morning, the sound of floorboards creaking and sheets shuffling was a sound that Janius had not woken up to in a long time. He squirmed a little to let the blood flow back into the limbs he had slept upon, and heard Meesei's good morning. He breathed in deeply and turned to see where she was with bleary eyes. "'Morning," he groaned. As was his habit, he stood up almost immediately and wiped his eyes. It also felt strange to get up from a raised bed rather a bedroll on the ground. Thankfully he remembered to dress before he proceeded downstairs for breakfast.
Fendros found himself thinking similar things to Janius as he got up. Normally he and Ahnasha woke up shortly after one another, but this time she was still fast asleep when he moved to get up. Figuring a sleep in wouldn't do any harm, Fendros carefully slid a pillow underneath her head and let her sleep while he dressed himself and headed out of the room. He spotted Janius in the hallway outside of the room and threw him a greeting smile as he quietly closed the door behind him. Janius returned a nod as he walked past him.
When Ariel awoke, her eyes opened to the bed across from her. Sabine had already awoken by the looks, and was nowhere to be seen. She considered snoozing for a little longer in the clean and comfortable bed, but a gruff groaning was cause for her to sit up and find Lorag sitting in the exact right position for the sunlight to shine into his eyes. The sound of his throat and the bags under his eyes made it clear that he was paying for his drinking this morning. After breathing in through her nose and stretching, Ariel addressed Lorag, keeping her voice down to spare his ears. "Good morning. Feeling a little down?"
Janius and Fendros descended to the ground level to see a few guests sitting at tables eating breakfast. It was likely that a number of them were others who had rented rooms, as not all of them were Argonians. Funnily enough, the table they had used the night before was occupied by Sabine, some basic alchemical equipment surrounded her. Janius and Fendros joined her, taking the nearest seats to them. "You're right where I left you last night, Runt. Did you sleep at all?" Janius asked.
The way Sabine glanced up from her task at Janius in that moment was rather dismissive. It looked as if the was mixing a hangover cure for Lorag. She resumed stirring the liquid mix in her mortar and pestle.
For a few awkward moments, Janius and Fendros sat silently and were at a loss. "I have a feeling we're going to have to find a butcher to get the usual breakfast," Fendros remarked. He couldn't remember whether they had brought the meat stockpile with them into the city, but he remembered hearing consideration of leaving it behind in case of the smell.
Sure thing.
I have to get some study done, so I'm afraid I have to avoid posting for the next few hours. Lead into the next day if you like.
I have to get some study done, so I'm afraid I have to avoid posting for the next few hours. Lead into the next day if you like.
Hmm. I need to think about that. What do all of the characters have lined up during the various days?
Tomorrow, the competition day, we might have a few things to do. Lorag will be drinking again, Janius said he might go in a fencing competition, but other pack members might pull him back if his lycanthopy is going to give him an advantage. Fendros and Ahnasha might like to join an archery competition against each other. Barring any pregnancy issues, Ahnasha would probably smoke everyone like turkeys. Ariel... might find an alchemy tournament? I'm still not sure exactly how that would be constructed. She would also have that appointment with the An-Xileel, but again, not sure how to work that one. Sabine and Meesei, not sure, perhaps Meesei might join a magic tournament.
As for the day of beauty, I can't think of much that can't be summarised with a timeskip to be honest. Unless Neercana-Rei bursts in and needs us to do something, like for Ariel to make a dye that everyone has run out of.
The day of feasting can probably be mostly skipped unless we wanted to say our goodbyes that day.
Is there anything else? What did you have in mind?
Tomorrow, the competition day, we might have a few things to do. Lorag will be drinking again, Janius said he might go in a fencing competition, but other pack members might pull him back if his lycanthopy is going to give him an advantage. Fendros and Ahnasha might like to join an archery competition against each other. Barring any pregnancy issues, Ahnasha would probably smoke everyone like turkeys. Ariel... might find an alchemy tournament? I'm still not sure exactly how that would be constructed. She would also have that appointment with the An-Xileel, but again, not sure how to work that one. Sabine and Meesei, not sure, perhaps Meesei might join a magic tournament.
As for the day of beauty, I can't think of much that can't be summarised with a timeskip to be honest. Unless Neercana-Rei bursts in and needs us to do something, like for Ariel to make a dye that everyone has run out of.
The day of feasting can probably be mostly skipped unless we wanted to say our goodbyes that day.
Is there anything else? What did you have in mind?
Sounds cool. Did you want to use them in the RP?
Janius exhaled sharply and closed his eyes at that comment. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but he was so worked up about their discussion already that he couldn't leave it at that. He felt as if she had completely missed the point. He raised his voice with wide, angry eyes, "No! It's not about that! It-" he interrupted himself and pursed his lips before he made too much noise. He felt like going on a rant about personal honesty and pride, and how lying to herself and others would only be degrading. As he tried to form the words, however, he couldn't for the life of him come up with anything that would also be in the interest of leading people in this war. In fact, there was probably nothing he could say that Meesei wasn't already aware of. Keeping up appearances in her behaviour was a conscious sacrifice she was making, not one driven by personal inadequacy. Janius closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, admitting defeat.
With a solemn voice, he responded, "I think this is why you're the leader, Meesei. I don't think I could do what you do. Regardless of my blasted loins." He slowly put his book away, "Just... stay yourself around us and the pack, okay?" With one last glance of concern, Janius slid down and lay on his side under his bedsheets, facing away from Meesei. He was tired of talking.
With a solemn voice, he responded, "I think this is why you're the leader, Meesei. I don't think I could do what you do. Regardless of my blasted loins." He slowly put his book away, "Just... stay yourself around us and the pack, okay?" With one last glance of concern, Janius slid down and lay on his side under his bedsheets, facing away from Meesei. He was tired of talking.
Janius curled his lips in frustration and looked back down at his book. He was hardly reading it at this point, he wasn't sure whether it would be his or Meesei's stubbornness that would give out on this issue first. "Don't make the mistake of trying to please everyone, Meesei. It doesn't work." His tone was level, but his expression showed disdain for the situation. "The people you're talking about don't deserve to judge you." Janius was speaking from personal experience when he mentioned these words, from days where his own efforts to go above and beyond were ignored by his previous family, causing him to give up and become as he was before he turned. Regardless, at this point he wasn't sure whether he would be able to convince Meesei to change her mind at all.
Finally managing to concentrate on the words, Janius got a thought that gave him pause, but sounded like a better idea the more he thought about it. I'll have to find her a mate, another lycan so she can be allowed to be herself. That might prove her wrong. Janius lifted a wry smile on the side of his face that was facing away from Meesei so she wouldn't get a hint at his thoughts.
Finally managing to concentrate on the words, Janius got a thought that gave him pause, but sounded like a better idea the more he thought about it. I'll have to find her a mate, another lycan so she can be allowed to be herself. That might prove her wrong. Janius lifted a wry smile on the side of his face that was facing away from Meesei so she wouldn't get a hint at his thoughts.
"Yes, impressive, maybe. Dangerous, most certainly." Ariel wanted to make that clear. With the thought, a few ideas also rushed through her mind. There were substances that would change the colour of fire and sparks. Arranged properly, they might make for quite the spectacle. Still dangerous though. "But I see your point," Ariel flicked her hand dismissively, "I'll have a look tomorrow. The fire salts would be expensive, but if I'm lucky it won't be a 'bring your own' competition." In that moment, Ariel's eyes drooped closed and she had to breath in deeply to keep herself awake. "I think I'd best get to sleep. It's been a big day." She said, sliding off her dress to counter the humid heat and pulling her sheets over herself. "Goodnight, Lorag. Goodnight, sister."
At first, Janius just listened as Meesei spoke, but as soon as she got to 'respectable', Janius turned his head to look the other way for a moment and looked to Meesei again with a slightly less impressed face. He had to stifle a chuckle by the time she got to sacrificing for Hircine. "Chaste for Hircine, my goodness," Janius muttered with a smile. Speaking more clearly, he responded, "Meesei, the last time I heard someone say that, like,-" she raised his hand in thought, "-being respectable, all that, it was the words of my own father. A toothless man, by all accounts. Also, I've come to realise, an anxious one, and someone hardly deserving of his position in the first place." Janius furrowed his brow, "Respectable? Pah, look..." Janius leaned forward and took on a firm tone, "I say this as a friend: I think you're missing the point with this title of yours. If the packs I've seen are any indication, followers of Hircine are not Imperial courtiers. I know you as a person; and you are an able leader, and a formidable hunter. If that doesn't garner the respect to deserve that ring you have, then nothing will." Before he allowed Meesei to respond, Janius put both his hands up in front of him, "Just think, if you will, that I had been the one to lead a pack to kill the Orc hunter and win the ring. That I had the leadership and the skills to do that. Also imagine that I remained as indecent as usual with finding mates. Would you be challenging my respect because you don't think I should be bedding everything with legs, or because you believe that I am not a capable hunter and leader?" Janius' tone became more sympathetic, "You just keep doing what you do best. And by the way," Janius leaned back again and resumed reading your book, "I promise that you will neither have the desire, nor the intention to find a permanent mate when you end up meeting yours, whomever that may be."
There was a pause before Janius held his head back and put one palm on his forehead. "Gods be good, I'm the Imperial rake! Why am I giving you this lecture?"
At first, Janius just listened as Meesei spoke, but as soon as she got to 'respectable', Janius turned his head to look the other way for a moment and looked to Meesei again with a slightly less impressed face. He had to stifle a chuckle by the time she got to sacrificing for Hircine. "Chaste for Hircine, my goodness," Janius muttered with a smile. Speaking more clearly, he responded, "Meesei, the last time I heard someone say that, like,-" she raised his hand in thought, "-being respectable, all that, it was the words of my own father. A toothless man, by all accounts. Also, I've come to realise, an anxious one, and someone hardly deserving of his position in the first place." Janius furrowed his brow, "Respectable? Pah, look..." Janius leaned forward and took on a firm tone, "I say this as a friend: I think you're missing the point with this title of yours. If the packs I've seen are any indication, followers of Hircine are not Imperial courtiers. I know you as a person; and you are an able leader, and a formidable hunter. If that doesn't garner the respect to deserve that ring you have, then nothing will." Before he allowed Meesei to respond, Janius put both his hands up in front of him, "Just think, if you will, that I had been the one to lead a pack to kill the Orc hunter and win the ring. That I had the leadership and the skills to do that. Also imagine that I remained as indecent as usual with finding mates. Would you be challenging my respect because you don't think I should be bedding everything with legs, or because you believe that I am not a capable hunter and leader?" Janius' tone became more sympathetic, "You just keep doing what you do best. And by the way," Janius leaned back again and resumed reading your book, "I promise that you will neither have the desire, nor the intention to find a permanent mate when you end up meeting yours, whomever that may be."
There was a pause before Janius held his head back and put one palm on his forehead. "Gods be good, I'm the Imperial rake! Why am I giving you this lecture?"
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