CrimsonWarrior55 said
... "Jell-O Shots"...
CrimsonWarrior, I'm laughing into my palms right now. Are these one-liners going to continue with your character?
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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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CrimsonWarrior, I'm laughing into my palms right now. Are these one-liners going to continue with your character?
Once they began to walk beyond the farms, the foliage became repetitive and a little disorienting apart from the odd large stone or ruin. They had not lost their way yet, though.
After a quick chuckle at Ahnasha's reaction, Fendros started to think out loud about her question. "Well, I've been so focussed on the training that I hadn't given it much thought," Fendros said. He looked up partly in thought, party to look at the underside of a mushroom tree they were passing under, "Back home it was just vintage and the Fighters Guild." Fendros looked ahead again, "Vineyard management and dealing with wine wasn't exactly a passion, rather an expectation. The Fighters Guild was something I chose to join, but that sort of tuition is being all but completely covered by the pack now. As for other things..." He trailed off and exhaled through his nose slowly as his thoughts whirred again. Nothing immediately came to mind.
There was a point where Fendros thought of whether he wanted to be taught how to be a father, as that was one thing he wasn't confident about, but he didn't really know how he would go about learning such a skill without raising a child first. Luckily something else came to mind before the topic was lost. "I think language is one thing. I can speak Cyrodiilic and the language of this land. That was mostly because both were spoken at my home, but I studied them for a short while, just to get more... confident in sales, I think that was the rationale." He looked to Ahnasha, "I found it rather interesting to notice the patterns and details of the two languages." He shrugged and looked ahead, "It might be nice to learn other languages as well." He glanced sideways at Ahnasha, "How about you? Was there anything you always wanted to learn?"
After a quick chuckle at Ahnasha's reaction, Fendros started to think out loud about her question. "Well, I've been so focussed on the training that I hadn't given it much thought," Fendros said. He looked up partly in thought, party to look at the underside of a mushroom tree they were passing under, "Back home it was just vintage and the Fighters Guild." Fendros looked ahead again, "Vineyard management and dealing with wine wasn't exactly a passion, rather an expectation. The Fighters Guild was something I chose to join, but that sort of tuition is being all but completely covered by the pack now. As for other things..." He trailed off and exhaled through his nose slowly as his thoughts whirred again. Nothing immediately came to mind.
There was a point where Fendros thought of whether he wanted to be taught how to be a father, as that was one thing he wasn't confident about, but he didn't really know how he would go about learning such a skill without raising a child first. Luckily something else came to mind before the topic was lost. "I think language is one thing. I can speak Cyrodiilic and the language of this land. That was mostly because both were spoken at my home, but I studied them for a short while, just to get more... confident in sales, I think that was the rationale." He looked to Ahnasha, "I found it rather interesting to notice the patterns and details of the two languages." He shrugged and looked ahead, "It might be nice to learn other languages as well." He glanced sideways at Ahnasha, "How about you? Was there anything you always wanted to learn?"
Well, I had intended to travel to Xenon, but if the GMs decide to alter things, then I'm cool with that. In any case, given how big Xenon is meant to be, I can't guarantee that we would be in the vicinity of the gate with the ooze when we land.
Shurikai, Krinos, or anyone else on the ferry, you guys can have the ferry arrive at Xenon in your next posts if you like.
"You said it yourself, coming out to Vos was something special you wanted to do." Fendros said with a chuckle, putting his arms around Ahnasha in return, "It's been a great day, and I got to spend time with you. That's gift enough for me." Fendros looked at Ahnasha with a warm smile and nodded, "Thank you, Ahna."
With Ahnasha suggesting that they make their way back, Fendros had a glance at the sun as well. "Very well. Meesei probably has need of the soul gems by now." Fendros took Ahnasha's hand and walked with her amongst the fields before heading in the general direction of the hunters' cave, taking their time amongst their surroundings. He was in a much better mood now. He glanced at Ahnasha and began to smile at a joking thought. "Is that dress you have more comfortable than the last one? I remember you were quite... fond of it." Fendros teased with a cheeky grin.
With Ahnasha suggesting that they make their way back, Fendros had a glance at the sun as well. "Very well. Meesei probably has need of the soul gems by now." Fendros took Ahnasha's hand and walked with her amongst the fields before heading in the general direction of the hunters' cave, taking their time amongst their surroundings. He was in a much better mood now. He glanced at Ahnasha and began to smile at a joking thought. "Is that dress you have more comfortable than the last one? I remember you were quite... fond of it." Fendros teased with a cheeky grin.
Fendros raised his hand placed it on Ahnasha's. What she said was what he needed to hear. After a pause, he returned her look. "I trust you, Ahna." He managed a smile through his anxious mood. It was the comfort he needed right now to be reminded that things would be okay in time. All it in the meantime was unnecessary worry. There was a part of Fendros that knew that all along, but was not getting represented in his mind beforehand.
Lifting his other hand, Fendros held Ahnasha's shoulder, then gently brought her into an embrace. "It's these times that I'm glad I fell in love with you." Fendros said. He closed his eyes and let Ahnasha's touch calm him down over the space of a long moment. As they came out of their embrace, Fendros felt a tiny weight on the side of his leg. He felt at it with his hand and a realisation came to his face. "That reminds me, I bought something at the market that made me think of you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small chain loop of yellowish metal, secured to it was a charm with what looked to be an arrowhead with a small purple gem at its base. "This pendant is made out of Dwemer metal and gold, I know you're fond of your jewellery and archery." He held it up for her and smiled, "Do you like it?"
Lifting his other hand, Fendros held Ahnasha's shoulder, then gently brought her into an embrace. "It's these times that I'm glad I fell in love with you." Fendros said. He closed his eyes and let Ahnasha's touch calm him down over the space of a long moment. As they came out of their embrace, Fendros felt a tiny weight on the side of his leg. He felt at it with his hand and a realisation came to his face. "That reminds me, I bought something at the market that made me think of you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small chain loop of yellowish metal, secured to it was a charm with what looked to be an arrowhead with a small purple gem at its base. "This pendant is made out of Dwemer metal and gold, I know you're fond of your jewellery and archery." He held it up for her and smiled, "Do you like it?"
Fendros sighed. "That's similar to how Meesei put it, and I know, that makes sense and all, it's just..." Fendros trailed off, looking down. "Each time the beast killed, whether it was an animal or a person, it... I don't know if that was just how the instinct worked, but it enjoyed it." Fendros put his hands up low in front of himself, "Seeing the light go out of their eyes, tasting their blood..." Fendros shook his head, "When you're in that moment, when you are the wolf it... it's hard to tell whether it's yourself or the wolf doing the thinking, and..." Fendros lowered his hands, closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose. He opened his eyes and looked at Ahnasha, "I know it's a simple creature at heart, but the beast form makes me afraid that I might get similar enjoyment out of killing, and that scares me." Fendros looked ahead again, "Janius told me a while ago that the wolf will not stop me from being who I want to be as a person. I just wish I could trust him and not worry. I really do."
I would suggest trying and failing to hurt it, then maybe trying to herd it away with the help of the local constabulary.
"Well..." Fendros had to take a moment to think about it. It so happened that they had reached the gates anyway, so it may not have been wise to give an answer in front of the guards while they walked. Once they were clear of them they could speak again. "I don't know. I've always been afraid of losing control and hurting people in my lycan form, so I've really avoided it for the most part." The began to wander down a road that went along the side of the city, "I guess it's turned more into a respect for the form rather than a fear after all the training on how to control it, but still... maybe away from a populated area."
Part of Fendros wished he could embrace the same attitude to being a werewolf as Ahnasha. It was something that she had obviously always wanted and garnered much enjoyment from, but for Fendros it was still something that he did not like hanging over him. It was as if the beast form was completely antagonistic in his mind, but more of a helpful companion in Ahnasha's.
The found themselves wandering into what appeared to be a farming area. There were fields of vegetables growing either side of the road. They were not plants that Fendros immediately recognised, as they were vegetables that could survive the ash storms that frequented the land. They passed by a stable for a moment, causing the horses nearby to become restless at their smell. "Don't you get afraid that maybe the beast will go and kill people for its own enjoyment? Without being able to stop it?" Fendros asked, trying to sound curious rather than accusing.
Part of Fendros wished he could embrace the same attitude to being a werewolf as Ahnasha. It was something that she had obviously always wanted and garnered much enjoyment from, but for Fendros it was still something that he did not like hanging over him. It was as if the beast form was completely antagonistic in his mind, but more of a helpful companion in Ahnasha's.
The found themselves wandering into what appeared to be a farming area. There were fields of vegetables growing either side of the road. They were not plants that Fendros immediately recognised, as they were vegetables that could survive the ash storms that frequented the land. They passed by a stable for a moment, causing the horses nearby to become restless at their smell. "Don't you get afraid that maybe the beast will go and kill people for its own enjoyment? Without being able to stop it?" Fendros asked, trying to sound curious rather than accusing.
The farmer and the rancher had made it onto the ferry without a problem, but they weren't the only ones to catch Sara's attention. Another young man boarded carrying what Sara recognised as a gunblade on his back. A dangerous weapon by all accounts, especially in the hands of someone trained in their use.
Why was someone carrying a gunblade on Miris? Occasionally there were organised crime gangs that met up for deals in secluded places, and it made sense to pick a quiet place such as Miris, but this one was standing out with a large armament. If they wanted to be discrete, they tended towards concealed weapons. This was most interesting. Opting to assume a position leaning against a wall where she could see the young man, Sara decided to keep an eye on him. If he was planning anything untoward, a guard presence might at least deter it, if not prevent it.
So far, the ferry chugged along without any more problems. It was making better time than before, obviously the fault with the boiler was a significant one before it was fixed. These ferrymen just don't get the funding they need these days. Looking away from the gunbladesman for a moment, Sara looked ahead of of the ferry to Xenon as it came closer. It was always an imposing sight from this position, even after taking the ferry many times. Sometimes Sara wondered how anyone could fathom its scale. Or its underbelly, she thought, So many misfortunes underneath such a pristine shell.
Why was someone carrying a gunblade on Miris? Occasionally there were organised crime gangs that met up for deals in secluded places, and it made sense to pick a quiet place such as Miris, but this one was standing out with a large armament. If they wanted to be discrete, they tended towards concealed weapons. This was most interesting. Opting to assume a position leaning against a wall where she could see the young man, Sara decided to keep an eye on him. If he was planning anything untoward, a guard presence might at least deter it, if not prevent it.
So far, the ferry chugged along without any more problems. It was making better time than before, obviously the fault with the boiler was a significant one before it was fixed. These ferrymen just don't get the funding they need these days. Looking away from the gunbladesman for a moment, Sara looked ahead of of the ferry to Xenon as it came closer. It was always an imposing sight from this position, even after taking the ferry many times. Sometimes Sara wondered how anyone could fathom its scale. Or its underbelly, she thought, So many misfortunes underneath such a pristine shell.
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