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GREETINGS
I dislike pizza >.>
@Kuro I cannot join this go around, sadly. I can't fully commit to another rp with what little time I got. :((
WELCOME TO THE WEIRDNESS
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Ophelia Cayde

@Lithfangel and @Dark Cloud

The tension fled from the strangers body, the weird wild energy suddenly slack and sullen. With only the erratic movements of his dancing eyes to reveal any sign of life. Uhhh, Ophelia could feel her mind desperately grasping at straws with adrenaline laden fingers. This definitely wasn’t the reaction she was prepared for. The swelling silence grating her nervous system and leaving them raw.

With an almost disjointed fervor the stranger snapped back. His body looming, demanding, and thick with arrogance while leaning towards her new acquaintance. At least that’s how she read it. ” Why my apologies fine sir, I must have mistaken this for a different sort of establishment. Free of charge simply won't do, I will make sure when I'm done imbibing to tip you most handsomely. Thank you very much~" He had turned completely from her, focused on the barkeep before her.

Why you— Her thoughts were snapped into sudden silence as the hulking man lurched in her direction. Those dark eyes boring into her with a steady confidence. Ophelia quietly squashed the pooling anxiety that was beading in the pit of her stomach. Her body wanted desperately to lower her gaze and break away from the stranger’s intruding energy. But past experiences held her together like sutures. To look away would be to admit weakness. Something that could be proved fatal if showed unwisely. Instead she drew in a slow, deep breath through her nostrils and lifted her chin a touch while keeping her gaze steady with his own.

”Likewise you’ve my apologies, I only assumed a smith at their station creates swords and a bartender at his bar serves drink. It was not my intention to slight you nor your business.” His eyes never wavered with each syllable spoke. Not a twitch, blink, or falter. Ophelia could feel the fine hairs on the nape of her neck rise with a chill. Everything about the stranger read as off. “I can fetch you a coin for your inconvenience once I have my bearings about me. What say you, fine lady? Would you forgive my rudeness?”

There would be no hiding her emotions, not from that unyielding gaze at least. She felt as if he was stripping the skin from the muscle beneath and the idea prickled at the forefront of her consciousness. Her shoulders drooped dramatically, letting out a sound like could be taken as a sigh of disappointment. Just another entitled spoiled brat, her thoughts wrote him off while the adrenaline began to wane. He was still dangerous as much as any other stranger in a dark tavern. Impatient. Crass. Arrogant. And all the other words that scrambled through her brain that colored him the same as the others. Though the thought of coin for free was tempting it was equally dangerous.

Without realizing it she had closed her eyes, breaking free from his maddening stare down. Before she reopened them Opehlia let her body go lax, turning back to the old man. ”Keep your coin. Instead, I’ll take a favor should I ever need it in the future.” Debts. She doubted they would cross paths again. But a debt was a debt, and that sometimes was more priceless than gold. ”As for a sword for sword and barkeep for drinks. Have you never been in a tavern before,” she asked while her left hand deftly plucked the strings from her bag. ”Things are never quite what they seem.” She could feel her tone shift while she spoke. Her words smoother, softer while her hand pulled something out.

In her hands was a rectangular box, covered in a mossy green fabric. Her face reflected the swirling warmth that she felt in her core. Ophelia’s eyes now encompassed by the object in her hand. She softly set the box on the bar; folding back the fabric to reveal the tarnished box within. It was dull and worn in places. With hinges that showed signs of rust. An impish grip broke out as she flipped open the lid, looking up briefly at the old man. ”Now, back to business.” Of course there was no business discussion prior to the stranger’s meddling. But she wanted something to do with her hands. Plus, having her cards in hand brought on a certain sense of calm that very little else offered.

Ophelia pulled out equally worn looking cards. The once golden edges now darkened by time and oily fingers. It’s rich purple back swirled with dark designs that was worn in several places. She knew each card by heart. Every line, color, and word printed on them. Reading fortunes was often a parlor trick but it was something she was aptly attuned too. Though she would often fluff the readings to her clients. After all, no one wanted to pay to hear bad news. Her hands shuffled the cards with pure ease before dropping the stack in front of the old man. ”Tell me what you want to know, old man.” Her smile had widened, a toothy grin that in her head rivaled the arrogant man beside her.
Tosses Kuro into the void
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Ophelia Cayde


@Lithfangel@Dark Cloud

”Shit, is an acquired taste kid,” The old man wheezed after miraculously downing the putrid excuse of a drink.

Ophelia scrunched her nose in response, trying to brush off the flare of indignation that flushed through her veins. The cautious mix of the strong booze and the soft wine was beginning to sink in. Her body felt flushed with a comfortable heat and chased away any memories of the cool night air she had escaped minutes prior. She braced herself against the bar, hooking one foot around the other ankle while nursing the bottle between her palms.

”Anyone ever told ya that your nose twitches when ya lie kid? Real cute, but you definitely would be fucked if I was a law abidin’ schmuck.”

”What, are you telling me that you’re not a law abiding citizen now,” she gasped, one hand abandoning her bottle to press against her chest in faux shock. ”And here I was hoping that I was going to be set right by a rusty ol’ tavern drunkard.” Ophelia’s eyes narrowed into little slits of pure amusement. Should she be so openly bantering with someone who had spotted her so easily? Probably not. But when in Rome, or however the saying went. She’d never say it out loud but it felt nice to have a quick little banter with a stranger. No con. No game. Just some okay booze and good humor.

”Ya got a name kid?”

Ophelia had opened her mouth to respond but the first syllable died quickly and was buried under the loud crashing had collided into the space beside her ]What the fu- Her body had shifted instinctively, tense while fingers twitched towards the closest dagger snuggled into the band at her waist. Beside her loomed a man, if you could call him that. The way he held himself was almost comical. He seemed to buzz with energy much grander than his already large frame. Ophelia’s brows stayed arched as she tried to piece together the character that had so boldly interrupted them.

”WELL if it isn't the lord himself. Strong stuff 'en! A bottle of good whisky. A tasty brandy. Something to get me started. Top shelf. And a dessert, I'm thinking truffle cake with fresh raspberries in a diamond formation. And, and! You needn't worry about your little "break." Your secret's safe with me and you'll be tipped damned well”

Is this man for real? Ophelia had lost all control of her facial expression, feeling her head wobble in slight disbelief before casting a confused look back at the ‘bar’ man. ”Excuse me, sir,” she reached over to lightly tap the man. There was a moment of hesitation as his weapons came into glinting view. A soured feeling filled her limbs with lead. He was much too large for her to offend easily. But she followed through with her choice anyway and pressed her index finger into the side of his arm. ”A bit rude, don’t ya think? Coming in and intruding upon a business proposition like ya did.”

Ophelia had forgone her bottle of wine. And folded her arms across her chest, hands tucked into the sides where two more daggers laid in their sheaths. Her face had smoothened back from its shock and settled into a neutral albeit sharp appearance of subtle annoyance. Was she actually annoyed with him? No. But this felt like a good opportunity to show off her acting skills after having them slighted. ”I dare say I think you owe our dearest barkeep more than just a decent tip, sir. As for me, I think I can let you off with an apology.” she could feel the corner of her mouth pull up and curl into a soft smirk. Her body felt like electricity was dancing beneath her skin. The rush of adrenaline lapping intoxicatingly at her consciousness.
Ophelia Cayde


@Dark Cloud

”Bourbon and whisky too much for you lady,” he had questioned her, leaving Ophelia no time to retort before scrambling across the bar. For an old man he was surprisingly nimble, a just a few hairs short of being graceful she would wager. Ophelia’s brows had shot up in surprise and felt the whisper of amusement thread through her while the man's sword clanged loudly against the grain. This was already a welcome change from her previous set of disappointments. She waited politely while he rummaged briefly beneath the bar before emerging with a cloth apron and a bottle of something. She squinted at the faded design but ultimately couldn’t recognize the label that was peeling around the dark green glass.

Still has to be a step up from whatever, this, is. She set the mug down on the counter, tapping it’s cold base with an idle finger.

“You know kid, in my time wandering the world I’ve gotten pretty good at spotting a shifty character. Not that I care where your gold is from, I’ve done my fair share of heists back in my day.” His voice was level, tinged with what Ophelia had hoped was amusement. Still, the alarm bells were ringing in the back of her skull; skin flush with adrenaline and liquor. Was she that obvious? She didn’t feel like she was being careless, after all she had only just gotten here. Was her string of bad luck already deepening?

She sucked in a calming breath, keeping her features neutral and composed. Whomever this man was he didn’t seem threatening. Ophelia let her light eyes roam freely over his weathered face. Her shoulders drooped once her nervous system decided it was placed enough. If he was going to turn her in he would have signaled a guard by now. With a draw of her brows she let her eyes widen, doe-like and pulled her arms into her lap—giving the illusion of being smaller than she already was. ”Sir, I surely don’t know what you mean? She rose her voice an octave. ”Do I look like someone capable of such things?” She fluttered her eyes at him for good measure. But try as she might, Ophelia could feel her face twinge, her nose itching as she attempted to hold the façade. But try as she might her lips twitched into a toothy smile before long.

A burst of laughter tore from her, a bright sound that shook her entire frame. ”I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Ophelia waved her hands in the air between them while she gulped down fresh air. ”I don’t know how some people pull off the pout. I’m just—” she paused to let out a lingering giggle, ”It’s just not me. But let me level with ya, old man. Coin has no mortality. No owner. Just an item used in terms of trade and often misplaced. Wouldn’t you agree?” she prompted while he leaned his sword against the wood.

“I don’t even work here kid, seems though that maybe this old warrior is destined to be a barkeep though. And whose to fight destiny eh?” he continued. She should have known. The more closer she looked the more and more obvious it was. With a steady hand she glided the mug of foul liquid towards him before moving to open the wine bottle.

”That became evident enough after you hopped over, old man. Though I wager you should try that swill before assessing my tastes.” She paused to scrunch her nose in distaste. The cheap ale still lingering on the back of her tongue. ”Cheers, though, to a drink shared betwixt the moral planes of society.” Ophelia popped the cork before taking a swing straight from the bottle. It was smoother that was for sure but also weaker. She had given up potency for taste. A damn shame. She sighed into the rim.
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