Post by Joliette Thorne on Jul 17, 2007 22:25:19 GMT -5
Kasyr 's expression remained one of sincere pleasure as he did move up, though momentary distraction was provided by Mercede's entrance, all of a curious glance provided in her direction before he moved to speak. Except, rather then talk that rather depressed vampiress got a second look, wisp magics which served as a rather wild means of empathy unfortunately drowning his good humour. Still, he wasn't to wholly neglect Joli, and thus did he offer her a partial response, albeit hushed to some slight degree- side effect of the mood. "Quite a few things, brooches gems~ et a pair of items magical, to which I know no proper use- though that might just because I haven't run around wearing the helmet." And thus, was his backpack retrieved and swung over unto the bar, contents both glittering and otherwise spilled out upon the countertop- most notable being the enchanted helmet, Chalice, and the severed head of a dark dragon (The how he fit that latter most within being unknown even to his not so humble personage, though one might blame the pack for being a fair bit larger in the inside then one might originally judge- like a telephone booth of a certain sort if such a thing were to exist in hollow).
Mercedes hugs Kira close with one arm, while her other was being mended by Valkor. Soon her hypnotic hues settle upon Kasyr, the man is given a greatful smile as he showed some sort of sympathy towards her.
Valkor holds her arm very still and silently chants. A pull of energy tugs the bone and seals the wound with a slight greenish glow. He cleans the arms and gently places the arm in a sling. "The injury will take a few hours to heal completely. You may experience some phantom pain...." He looks at her. "Now. what happened dear one?"
Mercedes lowers her head, eyes tearing up again as she answers Valkor. "Vincent somewhat used me...And is in love with one of my sisters....I ran from him and was attacked by something in the cave."
The door had settled back into its proper place when it was kicked open by a bare, dirty, and slightly bluish foot. In wavered Deilakrion, storming the tavern as much as she was able; fresh from whatever hunt or escapade she had finished. She was, if anything, slightly damp--hair wetted and body carrying streaks of water--and what she held in both arms was spot-soaked. A crust of ice along the skins of the thing might lead one to believe she was freshly thawed: a naked cavewoman come down off the mountains. It was the crabby look she set upon everyone and everything that might speak differently. Her arms tightened about the piece she carried. Odd of shape, certainly, but so ensconced within badly tanned (and freshly scented of rot, thanks to the new wetness) skins and furs that it was uncertain just what it was. It might have been moving. She certainly wasn't stopping to show and tell. The elf breezed through the lit interior without a how-do, heading towards what promised to be an escape to a secure location below. The trapdoor. She somehow managed to balance the object--didn't look that heavy--on her hip, squatting to attempt to pry it open. Her sudden stillness might waft an unhappy scent towards any stationed near the elf -- she didn't smell much better than that what she carried. She found the trapdoor locked, her hopes of finding a hidey-hole within the safety of the tavern dashed. Not like she was going to settle anywhere with Steadman around. As if trying to find someone to blame, the elf centered a glare upon the man.
Valkor reaches into his pack and hands her a small clean cloth for her tears. "Vincent." he said, shaking his head slowly. "and did you see who attacked you dear one?"
Mercedes shakes her head, wiping her stray tears away. "I didn't love him...We only dated for a short while though I can't for the life of me understand as to why I'm so upset over this!" Tossing the cloth to the side she shrugs, grimacing in pain from her injured shoulder. "It was too dark...."
Kasyr provides a faint smile and little wave to Mercedes upon noticing the smile and the look thereafter, though he faithfully waits for Joliette's response to his particular finds, vaguely hoping she might be able to divine something as to their natures, since he himself was far from adept at figuring out what most magics could do from dweomers- only being able to recognise those not related to emotion in all truth
Tenebrae stared at the items, musing on the adventures necessary to have gained such trinkets. First, being the most obvious wonder, she eyed the dragon's head, grinning approval to the resurrected one. "That would have been some fun," she murmured, and laid attention to the helmet, which seemed not quite so exciting but no doubt there was reason for his apparent excitement over the object. Another approving nod -- but when it came to the Chalice, Tene would blanch, fingers gripped to the edge of the bar, a certain lurch in the pit of her stomach and a spinning of stars, black stars, in her mind. "Oh, dear gods..." Her next glance would flicker toward Kasyr, before being drawn back to the artifact as a compass-needle is drawn to the North. "Kasyr.. it reeks of..." She had no name for the redolence it shone, the power of it, and had to be content to stare, transfixed as a rabbit before a serpent.
Mercedes tilts her head and studies Kasyr further, raising her arm in a polite wave and growling as the pain seared through her petite body.
Valkor listens to her and lays his hand on her hand. "Valkor sorry to hear this. Perhaps it is because of who that he goes to now, that hurts. Is there anything that Valkor may do for you dear one?"
Kira smiles at Mercedes, then hugs her good bye as she sets out for the mines. "Take care, my dear sister. If you need anything, please, do not hesitate to find me. I love you."
Tenebrae was broken from that reverie by Creature's abrupt entrance and subsequent and fruitless dash for the cellar. All too eager to tear herself from the Chalice, she pushed away from the bar to approach Deilakrion, the woman given an appriasing glance, and she'd attempt to peek at the bundle. "Creature? Want me to open the cellar?" Her nose would wrinkle, a bit, but the elf's hygeine was of less interest than her burden. "And.. what d'you have there?"
Mercedes shrugging off her anger and rejected heart the woman inhales deeply,
straightens her corset and tugs her mini skirt to a decent position as she heads behind the bar. Assorting a wide variety of drinks onto a clean tray the woman studies the patrons with an inquistive glance before stopping beside each table and taking orders. "Can I get you anything, or perhaps a refill?" is shortly followed.
Mercedes said to Kira, "I love you too!"
Mercedes said to Valkor, "Thank you for healing me."
Larissa sits at an empty table and looks around, she smiles at Cerebus, "Hey you."
Valkor watches Mercedes walk away. He thinks to himself, he was rude to intrude upon her.
Kasyr idly prods at the snout of the draconic entity, displaying a noticeable bit of distraction as he spoke, "This came from something other than my et Darian's adventure, it's where I've been...but...oui, you notice it too?" A flickering glance towards mercedes, wry smile the product before he made his simplistic observation. "It reeks of magic, Cheri, that much I can tell- it's almost...primal, or maybe thats just moi- but It's quite the find. I barely realised what it was when I first grabbed it, just that it was there." He grinned, ever so broadly, before tracing that finger which played upon the dragons snout down towards its jaw, toying along those razor sharp teeth. "I bet this would look nice on the wall."
Thea peers through the glass pane aside the door, grin spreading on her lips as she spots her favorite little vampiress. The human-sized pixie bounds through the door and makes quick strides towards Tenebrae, hoping she is not too preoccupied to accept the Druidess' arms wrapping about her in a friendly hug, "Save me from dying of boredom, woman!"
It was a slightly distracted stare that settled upon Tenebrae. The elf was not typically one of undivided attention, but this was rather rude even for her. "Open." She grunted in agreement, shifting the burden back to her front. She glowered at the attending patrons, hugging that foul-smelling bundle all the closer. "No time." She continued, the rough glance she gave at Tenebrae perhaps apologetic in meaning, if not execution. She shook hair back from her face, the wet strands obeying her in a rather whip-like fashion. A few pieces stuck to her face. Comical she might have looked were it not for the dark look upon her face.
Mercedes shyly lowers her head, the woman didn't mean to cause notice to herself as she hardly ever cried. Raising her head with what is known as a 'poker' face she neared Cerebus and Larissa. "Can I get either of you anything?" Her eyes trail to Kasyr and Valkor as well.
Sidonia enters the tavern with a swift and steady step, the thirst that had once been ravaging her throat and mind no longer a burden, soothed and satiated into submission. The flyaway raven curls have actually been combed into submission, pulled away from the delicate features in a long braid that reaches down to her shoulder blades, the ebony locks glinting in the candlelight. Shadowy velvet skirts swirl around her, swayed gently in the night breeze before the girl enters. Smiling at those inside, lips parting to reveal small, sharp fangs, she also gives a small nod to Miss Jolie before nearing the piano and sitting down gracefully, setting her pale white fingers to the ivory keys.
Larissa said to Cerebus, "I'm alright. Still waiting to hear about a job."
Thea 's eyes widen, realizing she had indeed missed their specified meeting earlier in the day. An apologetic smile is issued to the giant with sincere word to follow, "I am so sorry, Valkor. I completely forgot that was today. Please forgive my rudeness and for making you wait."
Mercedes smiles warmly at Sidonia, the woman momentarily distracted as a slight clawing feeling is felt nearing her ankle. Quickly maintaining eye contact with the adorable snow leopard kitten following closely behind her, Merci offers him a stern look. "Be nice Calintz..." Unable to hold her stern look for long the woman breaks into a contagious grin, bending at the waist and slipping a piece of raw meat to the kitten when no one was looking.
Valkor smiles, "Not to worry. Thea is a busy and important Lady. All is well. Perhaps another day."
Tenebrae tiptoed, to try to gather a look at that bundle.. A shift of eye toward Thea was given. Were it something --alive-- needs be it might need a healer, Creature having the reek of a river about her, never mind the water.
Tenebrae was about to open the door, pre-emptively guessing Creature's need, but was wrapped of a sudden in the arms of a pixie, and thus was given to pause. Kasyr was given a distracted nod, the Chalice a frown, and Thea a grin as she turned her head. "Scuse me, Thea, I just need to..." Breaking from that welcome embrace, she knelt to the lock, brass key grating in the new metal. Hefting the hatch back to thud on oak, she'd clear the path for Deilakrion. "After you...."
Kasyr really can't help but snigger at the manner in which people just seem to flock to Joli- It really did seem like the corpse had become Lively in preparation for her arrival of all things. Still, as unfortunate as the happenstance was, things were unfortunately going to require him depart, and so what was upon the table was scooped up anew- save that severed dragons head. "Joli, If I can get wine on the house the next time I'm in, I'll try and tell the whole tale, D'accord?" Finally Mercedes is granted a brief smile and a nod "Normally I'd take tu up on the offer, but I'm forced to decline the offer- A bient tot, peut etre." And then he was rather hastily moving, vanishing in the same way he had taken to arrive, swiftly and with little warning
Mercedes smiles at the impeccably well-mannered Kasyr, nodding before she turned away.
Thea smiles, seeing Tenebrae was also a busy and important lady though she'd never really thought of herself in such a manner. She nodded to Tene, "Of course. Maybe when you have a moment we can have a drink." The pixie would turn sight back to the giant, Valkor, "Busy indeed, but that is no excuse for poor manners. Might I buy you a drink to make up for such?"
The trapped door was trapped no longer, and this was greeted by a savage grin. No niceties followed Deilakrion's manner as she slipped down, one hand separating reluctantly from the bundle to avoid any unnecessary incident. Her eyes flickered this and that, certainly out of sorts. Nearly all were seen in that suspicious look around, and it wasn't until she was satisfied that she disappeared below, already muttered confused thoughts. The padlock had been removed; the door opened. Deilakrion was soon skittering down. A certain stench composed of body odor and wet (perhaps rotting) skins and furs preceded her, billowing into the cellar. Not that Deilakrion noticed. She was possessively holding those skins and furs, seemingly wrapped around some unidentifiable object. Her eyes were wild in and of themselves, some stress provoking her normally neutral capacity towards those fleshes that so confused her. There were words tumbling from her mouth, words that made no sense and were darkly colored. Her eyes held rigidly on Leo--familiar--and then Terra--not so much--and then they were jerking across the room in what could potentially be described as paranoia. She slunk away from the two of them, caught up in her own hooplah, and settled somewhere on the floor, rocking that strangely shaped object with a light keening that might mean, well, anything.
Terra used the bars to pull her weight upwards, stumbling a moment as legs regained feeling and she slowly padded with him towards the door. From her side she'd begin fumbling with the latch, nimble fingers pausing at the questions that came. Mulling them over with a blank expression, a few rapid blinks, and at long last a shrug she'd look to him. "I didn't. You did." There were days that she simply made little to no sense, and this appeared to be one of them. But she'd stay on that tangent, "I just talked to you... You're not as much of a monster as you delude yourself to believe, I don't think." And then she'd flinch, worrying bottom lip with a gentle gnawing, concerned that she may have upset him with the words.
Leoxander stood on the inside of the cage at the door, opposite of Terra, scraps of pale fur littering the stone floor here and there within. The sliver of light caused his eyes to not only avert toward the cellar door, but they squinted against it considering he hadn't been out of that dark environment in the last day or so. He was almost free.. she'd almost unlatched the lock he'd secured in order to keep his rage contained, but his focus was torn from that to the appearance of the creature descending the stairs, and followed by another, taller visage. Instinctively, a low growl had formed in his throat, but was kept restrained there to dull the sound of it. His gaze followed Deilakrion until the shadows more or less swallowed her body into a dark corner, and it was then he took the time to recognize who was trailing behind. Meeting Tenebrae's arctic stare from afar, he wandered from the door to the cage wall and placed his hands on the bars with his face settled between them. It might take her a moment to determine what had taken place, but the lack of clothing on his body save that torn pair of pants might indicate that his structure had been too large to be clad in leather, moments ago. "Joli..?" It was the first time he'd seen her since Caedan's news of her jailcell departure, and the concern waivered in his deep voice.
Terra had undone the latch while Leoxander wandered off to speak with Tene through the bars. After a moment, a push to the door would open it and allow him the ability to come out. The creature was watched for a moment, and then the sounds of chairs scraping upstairs brought attentions towards the stairs. Regarding Tene with a smile, she'd mutter, "Good to see you. Had me worried for a bit." And with that and a wave to all three, bare feet would meet steps and she'd slowly move back into the establishment.
Tenebrae , after a moment of silence taken in a pause on the stair as she realised she and Creature were not the only ones to occupy the cellar, and a stony consideration was given the pair apparent there, would return Leo's haunted stare with peridot, before her gaze flicked over the rogue's tattered remnants of clothing, his general state and the clumps of shed.. pelt?.. on the floor of the cage. "Cap'n.." Her own state was almost as pretty; a blackened and gashed bridge of nose, scarlet leather rent in places-- damn, she'd loved that dress-- and several empurpled patches of flesh, gashed with clotted scarlet might announce that her time away from him had been no picnic, either. Terra's departing back was bestowed with a belated and somewhat chill glance, 'til she met those mismatched and beloved eyes again. Tene moved to him, pressed her palm gently to an exposed, inked chest. "You alright?" A hasty look to Creature's position, a wince given her thin cries. "She's hurt, I think.."
Leoxander said to you, "I am now.." But the explanation of how would have to come later. His heart drummed more furiously in his chest the moment her hand rested over it, his grip in tact on the bars to prevent pulling the woman into them in order to be closer. He hadn't yet noticed Terra had unlocked his cage door, his attention was otherwise drawn to the female on the floor holding.. something that he couldn't quite see. Tangled strands of blonde had been coaxed back out of his eyes, which made it easier to study Deila' fallen frame. It would have been more intelligent to ask Tenebrae what ailed her, but rather than speak as though she weren't in the room, he directed the question to Deilakrion. "What's wrong with you, Critter?"
Deilakrion had paid no attention to the others once she had reached that secluded corner. A chance to breathe was taken gladly, the tension that had carried her so far dissipating, slowly. Some bits of it remained; wariness keeping her shoulders tight and muscles ready. Soothing darkness, seducing her with its secretive caress, allowed her to slowly unwrap that bundle. A different scent, thick and cloying, poured out from the bundle. Deilakrion hissed at this. The majority of the pieces of cloth came apart easily, but the deeper layers were stuck together. She pulled them apart carefully, hands shaking despite the steady calming she'd experienced since escaping to this dark cellar. At last the covers came clean, and she drew her hands away from the entire thing. Something, something flopped grotesquely in the darkness, the overpowering smell of it taking precedence to even Deilakrion's distinctive odor. Wheezing gurgling became apparent in the quiet, the sound so tiny it was almost presumed imagined. Deilakrion stared, stiffened, and edged backwards. A soft growl rippled from her throat.
Tenebrae shifted her hand from Leo’s chest to trail along the texture of his jawline, turning toward the elf with a cautious step and a low murmur of concern, face scrunching, turning away from the smell wafting from Deilakrion's 'prize', before another hesitant step was taken. She'd almost be trodden on, in Deilakrion's retreat, and resisted the urge to steady herself with a touch to the elf's arm. "What....?" The woman's wary vocalisation had her neck prickle. "... the hell is it?"
Leoxander wasn't taken back by her behavior, nor the smell of whatever bundle she'd unwrapped, which invaded his strong senses like a plague. But he did frown deeply, lines of concern and unease etching into his brow causing different colored eyes to squint, lessening the chance they capture enough light to glow. The growl didn't phase him. Had he wanted, Leoxander could have likely silenced her with the dominating sound he could project from his chest, but he was determined to leave his animal instinct laying on the floor with those stray scraps of coarse fur. Returning his gaze to Tenebrae, who was clearly not in the best shape either, his hand reached through to touch at one of the torn pieces of leather hanging from her ruined wardrobe, but she was walking out of his reach. He wouldn't ask if she was alright, he could tell she'd had better moments. "Is anybody still after you?" Apparently the scent of the object didn't concern him as much as her wellbeing did. But when he realized her interest was focused elsewhere, he'd follow her gaze toward the unidentified object, and an involuntary shiver coursed through his body.
Deilakrion backed further in that squatted posture, the growl swallowed by the keening she had shown before. Her hands crept to her head, her entirety shaken, panic now rooting once she started to realize what she'd done. "This creature t-took. . .meant different. . .had to take. . .didn't want. . ." Her words were high pitched, as distraught as any of the various times she'd been touched. Her eyes jumped from dark corner to dark corner, avoiding that which she had brought upon this place. Guilt hung thick in her throat. She had been driven this far, and was coming unhinged quickly. "A creature maybe followed." This new statement was whispered, fraught with distress. The thing she had carried so far did not move much more, flopping in a disturbing parody of intelligent movement. The unsteady, gurgling wheezing continued.
Leoxander could feel that distress in the air. The fear and panic closed in on what he'd started to consider in the back of his mind as his territory like a thick fog. Instinct caused him to pace back from both females, retreating into the far side of an unlocked cage he surprisingly hadn't made his escape from, yet. He'd never seen Deilakrion so nervous, the tangible emotion threatened to trigger his defenses and reshape his body into something better suited for survival. Eager to escape this, his shoulder blades touched to bars as he lodged himself into that corner, sinking down into a seat that brought his knees up for a convenient rest of inked forearms. There, he could bury his eyes and face in them, and close them away to concentrate on other things. Like the prospect of a new ship, and once again feeling that freedom that was so very different from the dark imprisonment he subjected himself to now. For the safety of Tenebrae's tavern patrons, of course. There, he would remain a huddled mass not quite so dejected as the Creature was. There, he would listen and play the part of an inanimate object, exhaustion catching up to the rogue due to the painful transformations he'd experienced not long before their arrival downstairs.
Tenebrae turned worriedly toward the rogue on Deilakrion’s quiet announcement, though seeing him settle as he did presumed a need for rest that was understood, and turn so she had at least peripheral view of the hatch, in case Creature’s guess prove the truth, and she swore softly on realising her sword had been left behind, clattered to cobblestones in a hasty rooftop escape in Cenril and abandoned to some lucky finder. She’d stand stock-still, then, attention absorbing to the mewling .. thing.. on the floor, eyes narrowing in an effort to discern its nature, and whether it was a danger. Moments passed, the shifting bundle apparently deemed not any immediate peril, and she looked to the elf. “Followed.. by whom? And Creature, where’ve you been?” And more to the point.. “What –is- that thing?”
The image that flashes into Tenebrae’s head is a hesitant one, one easily dismissed, though it is not without some effort that it sought to be delivered. It would formulate into first, a pair of wings, and a set of keys, before fading into the image of a black mutt, a platform, and a hangman's noose ... times two. Just as quickly as the image may have appeared, it vanishes, the connection -- if there had managed to be one at all -- broken.
Deilakrion finally sought Tenebrae in the darkness. She had better darkvision than most, but that didn't make her a drow. She stood up and began pacing in short, jerky movements, a foot or so away from the thing she'd spirited away. And for what purpose? "Bad fleshes," she whispered, eyes lowered to the floor to watch her uncertain tread, "Predators. This creature found predators. Hunting. . ." She gestured helplessly, halting and shifting her weight nervously. "Monster." She buried her face in her hands, the words filtering through. "The predators called monster. This creature had take away." She was uncertain, and rightly so, for whatever she had gotten into was more than she could hope to chew. She looked at the thing on the floor, wincing at its attempts at moving. "Hurt."
Mercedes hugs Kira close with one arm, while her other was being mended by Valkor. Soon her hypnotic hues settle upon Kasyr, the man is given a greatful smile as he showed some sort of sympathy towards her.
Valkor holds her arm very still and silently chants. A pull of energy tugs the bone and seals the wound with a slight greenish glow. He cleans the arms and gently places the arm in a sling. "The injury will take a few hours to heal completely. You may experience some phantom pain...." He looks at her. "Now. what happened dear one?"
Mercedes lowers her head, eyes tearing up again as she answers Valkor. "Vincent somewhat used me...And is in love with one of my sisters....I ran from him and was attacked by something in the cave."
The door had settled back into its proper place when it was kicked open by a bare, dirty, and slightly bluish foot. In wavered Deilakrion, storming the tavern as much as she was able; fresh from whatever hunt or escapade she had finished. She was, if anything, slightly damp--hair wetted and body carrying streaks of water--and what she held in both arms was spot-soaked. A crust of ice along the skins of the thing might lead one to believe she was freshly thawed: a naked cavewoman come down off the mountains. It was the crabby look she set upon everyone and everything that might speak differently. Her arms tightened about the piece she carried. Odd of shape, certainly, but so ensconced within badly tanned (and freshly scented of rot, thanks to the new wetness) skins and furs that it was uncertain just what it was. It might have been moving. She certainly wasn't stopping to show and tell. The elf breezed through the lit interior without a how-do, heading towards what promised to be an escape to a secure location below. The trapdoor. She somehow managed to balance the object--didn't look that heavy--on her hip, squatting to attempt to pry it open. Her sudden stillness might waft an unhappy scent towards any stationed near the elf -- she didn't smell much better than that what she carried. She found the trapdoor locked, her hopes of finding a hidey-hole within the safety of the tavern dashed. Not like she was going to settle anywhere with Steadman around. As if trying to find someone to blame, the elf centered a glare upon the man.
Valkor reaches into his pack and hands her a small clean cloth for her tears. "Vincent." he said, shaking his head slowly. "and did you see who attacked you dear one?"
Mercedes shakes her head, wiping her stray tears away. "I didn't love him...We only dated for a short while though I can't for the life of me understand as to why I'm so upset over this!" Tossing the cloth to the side she shrugs, grimacing in pain from her injured shoulder. "It was too dark...."
Kasyr provides a faint smile and little wave to Mercedes upon noticing the smile and the look thereafter, though he faithfully waits for Joliette's response to his particular finds, vaguely hoping she might be able to divine something as to their natures, since he himself was far from adept at figuring out what most magics could do from dweomers- only being able to recognise those not related to emotion in all truth
Tenebrae stared at the items, musing on the adventures necessary to have gained such trinkets. First, being the most obvious wonder, she eyed the dragon's head, grinning approval to the resurrected one. "That would have been some fun," she murmured, and laid attention to the helmet, which seemed not quite so exciting but no doubt there was reason for his apparent excitement over the object. Another approving nod -- but when it came to the Chalice, Tene would blanch, fingers gripped to the edge of the bar, a certain lurch in the pit of her stomach and a spinning of stars, black stars, in her mind. "Oh, dear gods..." Her next glance would flicker toward Kasyr, before being drawn back to the artifact as a compass-needle is drawn to the North. "Kasyr.. it reeks of..." She had no name for the redolence it shone, the power of it, and had to be content to stare, transfixed as a rabbit before a serpent.
Mercedes tilts her head and studies Kasyr further, raising her arm in a polite wave and growling as the pain seared through her petite body.
Valkor listens to her and lays his hand on her hand. "Valkor sorry to hear this. Perhaps it is because of who that he goes to now, that hurts. Is there anything that Valkor may do for you dear one?"
Kira smiles at Mercedes, then hugs her good bye as she sets out for the mines. "Take care, my dear sister. If you need anything, please, do not hesitate to find me. I love you."
Tenebrae was broken from that reverie by Creature's abrupt entrance and subsequent and fruitless dash for the cellar. All too eager to tear herself from the Chalice, she pushed away from the bar to approach Deilakrion, the woman given an appriasing glance, and she'd attempt to peek at the bundle. "Creature? Want me to open the cellar?" Her nose would wrinkle, a bit, but the elf's hygeine was of less interest than her burden. "And.. what d'you have there?"
Mercedes shrugging off her anger and rejected heart the woman inhales deeply,
straightens her corset and tugs her mini skirt to a decent position as she heads behind the bar. Assorting a wide variety of drinks onto a clean tray the woman studies the patrons with an inquistive glance before stopping beside each table and taking orders. "Can I get you anything, or perhaps a refill?" is shortly followed.
Mercedes said to Kira, "I love you too!"
Mercedes said to Valkor, "Thank you for healing me."
Larissa sits at an empty table and looks around, she smiles at Cerebus, "Hey you."
Valkor watches Mercedes walk away. He thinks to himself, he was rude to intrude upon her.
Kasyr idly prods at the snout of the draconic entity, displaying a noticeable bit of distraction as he spoke, "This came from something other than my et Darian's adventure, it's where I've been...but...oui, you notice it too?" A flickering glance towards mercedes, wry smile the product before he made his simplistic observation. "It reeks of magic, Cheri, that much I can tell- it's almost...primal, or maybe thats just moi- but It's quite the find. I barely realised what it was when I first grabbed it, just that it was there." He grinned, ever so broadly, before tracing that finger which played upon the dragons snout down towards its jaw, toying along those razor sharp teeth. "I bet this would look nice on the wall."
Thea peers through the glass pane aside the door, grin spreading on her lips as she spots her favorite little vampiress. The human-sized pixie bounds through the door and makes quick strides towards Tenebrae, hoping she is not too preoccupied to accept the Druidess' arms wrapping about her in a friendly hug, "Save me from dying of boredom, woman!"
It was a slightly distracted stare that settled upon Tenebrae. The elf was not typically one of undivided attention, but this was rather rude even for her. "Open." She grunted in agreement, shifting the burden back to her front. She glowered at the attending patrons, hugging that foul-smelling bundle all the closer. "No time." She continued, the rough glance she gave at Tenebrae perhaps apologetic in meaning, if not execution. She shook hair back from her face, the wet strands obeying her in a rather whip-like fashion. A few pieces stuck to her face. Comical she might have looked were it not for the dark look upon her face.
Mercedes shyly lowers her head, the woman didn't mean to cause notice to herself as she hardly ever cried. Raising her head with what is known as a 'poker' face she neared Cerebus and Larissa. "Can I get either of you anything?" Her eyes trail to Kasyr and Valkor as well.
Sidonia enters the tavern with a swift and steady step, the thirst that had once been ravaging her throat and mind no longer a burden, soothed and satiated into submission. The flyaway raven curls have actually been combed into submission, pulled away from the delicate features in a long braid that reaches down to her shoulder blades, the ebony locks glinting in the candlelight. Shadowy velvet skirts swirl around her, swayed gently in the night breeze before the girl enters. Smiling at those inside, lips parting to reveal small, sharp fangs, she also gives a small nod to Miss Jolie before nearing the piano and sitting down gracefully, setting her pale white fingers to the ivory keys.
Larissa said to Cerebus, "I'm alright. Still waiting to hear about a job."
Thea 's eyes widen, realizing she had indeed missed their specified meeting earlier in the day. An apologetic smile is issued to the giant with sincere word to follow, "I am so sorry, Valkor. I completely forgot that was today. Please forgive my rudeness and for making you wait."
Mercedes smiles warmly at Sidonia, the woman momentarily distracted as a slight clawing feeling is felt nearing her ankle. Quickly maintaining eye contact with the adorable snow leopard kitten following closely behind her, Merci offers him a stern look. "Be nice Calintz..." Unable to hold her stern look for long the woman breaks into a contagious grin, bending at the waist and slipping a piece of raw meat to the kitten when no one was looking.
Valkor smiles, "Not to worry. Thea is a busy and important Lady. All is well. Perhaps another day."
Tenebrae tiptoed, to try to gather a look at that bundle.. A shift of eye toward Thea was given. Were it something --alive-- needs be it might need a healer, Creature having the reek of a river about her, never mind the water.
Tenebrae was about to open the door, pre-emptively guessing Creature's need, but was wrapped of a sudden in the arms of a pixie, and thus was given to pause. Kasyr was given a distracted nod, the Chalice a frown, and Thea a grin as she turned her head. "Scuse me, Thea, I just need to..." Breaking from that welcome embrace, she knelt to the lock, brass key grating in the new metal. Hefting the hatch back to thud on oak, she'd clear the path for Deilakrion. "After you...."
Kasyr really can't help but snigger at the manner in which people just seem to flock to Joli- It really did seem like the corpse had become Lively in preparation for her arrival of all things. Still, as unfortunate as the happenstance was, things were unfortunately going to require him depart, and so what was upon the table was scooped up anew- save that severed dragons head. "Joli, If I can get wine on the house the next time I'm in, I'll try and tell the whole tale, D'accord?" Finally Mercedes is granted a brief smile and a nod "Normally I'd take tu up on the offer, but I'm forced to decline the offer- A bient tot, peut etre." And then he was rather hastily moving, vanishing in the same way he had taken to arrive, swiftly and with little warning
Mercedes smiles at the impeccably well-mannered Kasyr, nodding before she turned away.
Thea smiles, seeing Tenebrae was also a busy and important lady though she'd never really thought of herself in such a manner. She nodded to Tene, "Of course. Maybe when you have a moment we can have a drink." The pixie would turn sight back to the giant, Valkor, "Busy indeed, but that is no excuse for poor manners. Might I buy you a drink to make up for such?"
The trapped door was trapped no longer, and this was greeted by a savage grin. No niceties followed Deilakrion's manner as she slipped down, one hand separating reluctantly from the bundle to avoid any unnecessary incident. Her eyes flickered this and that, certainly out of sorts. Nearly all were seen in that suspicious look around, and it wasn't until she was satisfied that she disappeared below, already muttered confused thoughts. The padlock had been removed; the door opened. Deilakrion was soon skittering down. A certain stench composed of body odor and wet (perhaps rotting) skins and furs preceded her, billowing into the cellar. Not that Deilakrion noticed. She was possessively holding those skins and furs, seemingly wrapped around some unidentifiable object. Her eyes were wild in and of themselves, some stress provoking her normally neutral capacity towards those fleshes that so confused her. There were words tumbling from her mouth, words that made no sense and were darkly colored. Her eyes held rigidly on Leo--familiar--and then Terra--not so much--and then they were jerking across the room in what could potentially be described as paranoia. She slunk away from the two of them, caught up in her own hooplah, and settled somewhere on the floor, rocking that strangely shaped object with a light keening that might mean, well, anything.
Terra used the bars to pull her weight upwards, stumbling a moment as legs regained feeling and she slowly padded with him towards the door. From her side she'd begin fumbling with the latch, nimble fingers pausing at the questions that came. Mulling them over with a blank expression, a few rapid blinks, and at long last a shrug she'd look to him. "I didn't. You did." There were days that she simply made little to no sense, and this appeared to be one of them. But she'd stay on that tangent, "I just talked to you... You're not as much of a monster as you delude yourself to believe, I don't think." And then she'd flinch, worrying bottom lip with a gentle gnawing, concerned that she may have upset him with the words.
Leoxander stood on the inside of the cage at the door, opposite of Terra, scraps of pale fur littering the stone floor here and there within. The sliver of light caused his eyes to not only avert toward the cellar door, but they squinted against it considering he hadn't been out of that dark environment in the last day or so. He was almost free.. she'd almost unlatched the lock he'd secured in order to keep his rage contained, but his focus was torn from that to the appearance of the creature descending the stairs, and followed by another, taller visage. Instinctively, a low growl had formed in his throat, but was kept restrained there to dull the sound of it. His gaze followed Deilakrion until the shadows more or less swallowed her body into a dark corner, and it was then he took the time to recognize who was trailing behind. Meeting Tenebrae's arctic stare from afar, he wandered from the door to the cage wall and placed his hands on the bars with his face settled between them. It might take her a moment to determine what had taken place, but the lack of clothing on his body save that torn pair of pants might indicate that his structure had been too large to be clad in leather, moments ago. "Joli..?" It was the first time he'd seen her since Caedan's news of her jailcell departure, and the concern waivered in his deep voice.
Terra had undone the latch while Leoxander wandered off to speak with Tene through the bars. After a moment, a push to the door would open it and allow him the ability to come out. The creature was watched for a moment, and then the sounds of chairs scraping upstairs brought attentions towards the stairs. Regarding Tene with a smile, she'd mutter, "Good to see you. Had me worried for a bit." And with that and a wave to all three, bare feet would meet steps and she'd slowly move back into the establishment.
Tenebrae , after a moment of silence taken in a pause on the stair as she realised she and Creature were not the only ones to occupy the cellar, and a stony consideration was given the pair apparent there, would return Leo's haunted stare with peridot, before her gaze flicked over the rogue's tattered remnants of clothing, his general state and the clumps of shed.. pelt?.. on the floor of the cage. "Cap'n.." Her own state was almost as pretty; a blackened and gashed bridge of nose, scarlet leather rent in places-- damn, she'd loved that dress-- and several empurpled patches of flesh, gashed with clotted scarlet might announce that her time away from him had been no picnic, either. Terra's departing back was bestowed with a belated and somewhat chill glance, 'til she met those mismatched and beloved eyes again. Tene moved to him, pressed her palm gently to an exposed, inked chest. "You alright?" A hasty look to Creature's position, a wince given her thin cries. "She's hurt, I think.."
Leoxander said to you, "I am now.." But the explanation of how would have to come later. His heart drummed more furiously in his chest the moment her hand rested over it, his grip in tact on the bars to prevent pulling the woman into them in order to be closer. He hadn't yet noticed Terra had unlocked his cage door, his attention was otherwise drawn to the female on the floor holding.. something that he couldn't quite see. Tangled strands of blonde had been coaxed back out of his eyes, which made it easier to study Deila' fallen frame. It would have been more intelligent to ask Tenebrae what ailed her, but rather than speak as though she weren't in the room, he directed the question to Deilakrion. "What's wrong with you, Critter?"
Deilakrion had paid no attention to the others once she had reached that secluded corner. A chance to breathe was taken gladly, the tension that had carried her so far dissipating, slowly. Some bits of it remained; wariness keeping her shoulders tight and muscles ready. Soothing darkness, seducing her with its secretive caress, allowed her to slowly unwrap that bundle. A different scent, thick and cloying, poured out from the bundle. Deilakrion hissed at this. The majority of the pieces of cloth came apart easily, but the deeper layers were stuck together. She pulled them apart carefully, hands shaking despite the steady calming she'd experienced since escaping to this dark cellar. At last the covers came clean, and she drew her hands away from the entire thing. Something, something flopped grotesquely in the darkness, the overpowering smell of it taking precedence to even Deilakrion's distinctive odor. Wheezing gurgling became apparent in the quiet, the sound so tiny it was almost presumed imagined. Deilakrion stared, stiffened, and edged backwards. A soft growl rippled from her throat.
Tenebrae shifted her hand from Leo’s chest to trail along the texture of his jawline, turning toward the elf with a cautious step and a low murmur of concern, face scrunching, turning away from the smell wafting from Deilakrion's 'prize', before another hesitant step was taken. She'd almost be trodden on, in Deilakrion's retreat, and resisted the urge to steady herself with a touch to the elf's arm. "What....?" The woman's wary vocalisation had her neck prickle. "... the hell is it?"
Leoxander wasn't taken back by her behavior, nor the smell of whatever bundle she'd unwrapped, which invaded his strong senses like a plague. But he did frown deeply, lines of concern and unease etching into his brow causing different colored eyes to squint, lessening the chance they capture enough light to glow. The growl didn't phase him. Had he wanted, Leoxander could have likely silenced her with the dominating sound he could project from his chest, but he was determined to leave his animal instinct laying on the floor with those stray scraps of coarse fur. Returning his gaze to Tenebrae, who was clearly not in the best shape either, his hand reached through to touch at one of the torn pieces of leather hanging from her ruined wardrobe, but she was walking out of his reach. He wouldn't ask if she was alright, he could tell she'd had better moments. "Is anybody still after you?" Apparently the scent of the object didn't concern him as much as her wellbeing did. But when he realized her interest was focused elsewhere, he'd follow her gaze toward the unidentified object, and an involuntary shiver coursed through his body.
Deilakrion backed further in that squatted posture, the growl swallowed by the keening she had shown before. Her hands crept to her head, her entirety shaken, panic now rooting once she started to realize what she'd done. "This creature t-took. . .meant different. . .had to take. . .didn't want. . ." Her words were high pitched, as distraught as any of the various times she'd been touched. Her eyes jumped from dark corner to dark corner, avoiding that which she had brought upon this place. Guilt hung thick in her throat. She had been driven this far, and was coming unhinged quickly. "A creature maybe followed." This new statement was whispered, fraught with distress. The thing she had carried so far did not move much more, flopping in a disturbing parody of intelligent movement. The unsteady, gurgling wheezing continued.
Leoxander could feel that distress in the air. The fear and panic closed in on what he'd started to consider in the back of his mind as his territory like a thick fog. Instinct caused him to pace back from both females, retreating into the far side of an unlocked cage he surprisingly hadn't made his escape from, yet. He'd never seen Deilakrion so nervous, the tangible emotion threatened to trigger his defenses and reshape his body into something better suited for survival. Eager to escape this, his shoulder blades touched to bars as he lodged himself into that corner, sinking down into a seat that brought his knees up for a convenient rest of inked forearms. There, he could bury his eyes and face in them, and close them away to concentrate on other things. Like the prospect of a new ship, and once again feeling that freedom that was so very different from the dark imprisonment he subjected himself to now. For the safety of Tenebrae's tavern patrons, of course. There, he would remain a huddled mass not quite so dejected as the Creature was. There, he would listen and play the part of an inanimate object, exhaustion catching up to the rogue due to the painful transformations he'd experienced not long before their arrival downstairs.
Tenebrae turned worriedly toward the rogue on Deilakrion’s quiet announcement, though seeing him settle as he did presumed a need for rest that was understood, and turn so she had at least peripheral view of the hatch, in case Creature’s guess prove the truth, and she swore softly on realising her sword had been left behind, clattered to cobblestones in a hasty rooftop escape in Cenril and abandoned to some lucky finder. She’d stand stock-still, then, attention absorbing to the mewling .. thing.. on the floor, eyes narrowing in an effort to discern its nature, and whether it was a danger. Moments passed, the shifting bundle apparently deemed not any immediate peril, and she looked to the elf. “Followed.. by whom? And Creature, where’ve you been?” And more to the point.. “What –is- that thing?”
The image that flashes into Tenebrae’s head is a hesitant one, one easily dismissed, though it is not without some effort that it sought to be delivered. It would formulate into first, a pair of wings, and a set of keys, before fading into the image of a black mutt, a platform, and a hangman's noose ... times two. Just as quickly as the image may have appeared, it vanishes, the connection -- if there had managed to be one at all -- broken.
Deilakrion finally sought Tenebrae in the darkness. She had better darkvision than most, but that didn't make her a drow. She stood up and began pacing in short, jerky movements, a foot or so away from the thing she'd spirited away. And for what purpose? "Bad fleshes," she whispered, eyes lowered to the floor to watch her uncertain tread, "Predators. This creature found predators. Hunting. . ." She gestured helplessly, halting and shifting her weight nervously. "Monster." She buried her face in her hands, the words filtering through. "The predators called monster. This creature had take away." She was uncertain, and rightly so, for whatever she had gotten into was more than she could hope to chew. She looked at the thing on the floor, wincing at its attempts at moving. "Hurt."