Post by Joliette Thorne on Apr 22, 2008 3:03:27 GMT -5
Noxina blinked again. This time, at the sound of the familiar voice of Xarden. Her fear of the bars vacancy slowly faded away, and she smiled at her companion. "It has been a while, Xarden.."
Eyren would hault her pacing at the appearance of the infamous-or maybe it wasfamous teifling, her gaze settling upon him for a moment before she'd approach him cautiously.
Eyren said to Kasyr, "I've heard tell that you ... you are seeking to rebuild .. Vailkrin? Is it .. so?""
Kasyr was present, looking haggard-as-hell, wearing that trademark Ensemble of Trenchcoat, gloves and scarf. What was more, he actually had a slight air of kemptness about him, the reek of blood no longer clining to the air in his vicinity, and oft untamed strands of hair currently held hostage in a pony tail. A pony tail which Kasyr immediately took to tugging upon when he was addressed by Eyren, "Hello again Cherie. Seen about granting anyone else a taste of your man at late, or did tu run out ?" A pause, and with that particular greeting out of the way, his particular attempt at normalacy, he'd move on to a more formal tone, "...As to Vailkrin. Yes. Looking for people, to help build, to help fund, to return to the home. Et now, most importantly, to find someone. But, yes, I am indeed.
Noxina nervously chuckled, running a hand through her curly locks. "I simply here and there, trying to find my way around, I guess you could say."
Xarden nods, "Im sure. I myself got lost once. Underwater city and what not." his eyes begin to shift. "It was the mermaids."
Eyren Stills the restless motion of her body for a moment at Kasyr’s initial inquiry, her thinly arched brows shooting to meet her hairlinein a question; that had it been verbalized would have been an outraged-almost gasped “what?” But just as suddenly her brows are set to rights and the dawning of a mischievous smile crests and conquers the frown lines, so recently stationed there. “Oh .. well I … no I keep my eyes alert for any victims, yet I must admit I’ve yet to find a host to match the paladin met so .. many weeks ago.” With another shaking of her head a hand would raise to absently twirl an atric-hued lock about her finger as she regarded Kasyr for a silent moment. “I .. I’m searching for purpose at present, and I wish to offer up what .. help I might, though” she’d look at her free hand then, so soft and tamed were they. Long fingers graced by oval tipped nales, clean, the hands of a musician, the hands of a healer, “in regards to building I’m afraid I’d be utterly .. useless.”
Noxina gave the man a weird look at the utterance of mermaids. She didn't find him to be the kind so easily enticed to their song. "That couldn't have been good. Did they at least leave you safe and untouched?"
Xarden said to Eyren, "So? I fear no-one."
Xarden squeals, "Gah! Pixie! Saaaave me!" His voice tremolo's on the saaaave part....
Kasyr paused for a moment, head tipping briefly when he had espied the initial signs of outrage- a sense of relief coming from him after the remark was properly interpreted. Well, as properly as something like that -could- be interpreted. And from that, the tieflings course would be set, her words setting a pace to the steps that would be taken around her, the hybrid peering at her curiously- a number of 'Hmms', 'Hrrms', 'Huh's & 'Ahs' the backdrop to his motions. Only once she'd completed her particular verbage would he take up his role. "It's not just builders I seek, though I do not deny their importance, Cherie. The Corpse needs a revival, A revival fitting of anything slain in the city of the dead- et by that we need barmaids. Even lacking that, any other talents tu have might be of aid. Elaboration on it may be useful- but I do recall tu had a talent with your tongue...er, in the sense of obscuring meaning with words. I'm sure you'd fair well in drawing in others to help. If, you don't have any other suggestions, Madamoiselle...uh. ...I forgot your name. If you even told it. I'm..sorry. For that." And only a moment would his demeanour falter, a bit of hesitance glimpsing onto his features.
Eyren said to Xarden, "Everyone fears someone, it is what keeps the world turning and the tyrants employed and what not."
Thea had just stepped through the doors when the sound of Xarden's squeal startles her nearly from her feet, "What? What is it?"
Xarden coughs. His composition is regained with a brief straightening of his tie, had he have worn one today. "Ahem... Nothing." Shifty eyes tell otherwise.
Thea shakes her head, quizzical expression remaining as she utters a few inaudible curses under breath and moves towards the board. Eyren is offered a smile and wink from the pixie in passing.
Eyren drops her hand, recently occupied with the arduous task of twirling her hair, and brings it to join her other, so that she now stood with hands clasped loosely at her waist. AT the mention of her ‘smooth’ tongue a spark would alight in the young woman’s eyes, giving hint to the myriad of ideas and tricks taking shape even then behind her eyes. “Hmmm a bar maid you say? Perhaps, though I’d rather act as ambassador if you will. That is inciting then kindling the fire within many, luring them to your cause. However” she’d tip her head to one side then, her gaze flickering to the assemblage of bottles and barrels stacked behind the scarred bar, “What better way to drop burning embers in to patrons ears, then to first open said ears with the aid of .. urm .. alcohol?” A wicked grin would march over her otherwise serene features for a moment, before she’d regain a countenance of grave solemnity. “In short, I’ll take on a bar maid's position for a time if it pleases you to have me do so. T'would at least, be an adventure of sorts.”
Kasyr gets a glimmer of actual jubilation towards those final words of hers- the whole of it having been heartening, but something particularily glee inducing having apparently been said. "An adventure of sorts? I'm more than certain I could provide, Something well see to perhaps, as there might be a task far more noble- far more exhilirating then the revival of a city, of a bar. You'll learn it in time, Cherie. If you stay around." Pausing, the hybrid would tilt his head off towards Eyren, with a particular grin, "By the by, That means your hired, persay- The payment will come in time- we'll just need to add tu, to the Ledger I'm going to be making with Dulcinea. ...I will need your name by that point." and with a slight beckoning gesture, the hybrid would abruptly turn upon his heels, seemingly intent on travelling now.
Eyren would merely nod and make to follow the hybrid, though she'd most likely take the road less traveled by, that is .. to her bed. "Eyren .. call me Eyren" she calls over her shoulder as she disappears in to the ensuing darkness of the night.
Eyren would hault her pacing at the appearance of the infamous-or maybe it wasfamous teifling, her gaze settling upon him for a moment before she'd approach him cautiously.
Eyren said to Kasyr, "I've heard tell that you ... you are seeking to rebuild .. Vailkrin? Is it .. so?""
Kasyr was present, looking haggard-as-hell, wearing that trademark Ensemble of Trenchcoat, gloves and scarf. What was more, he actually had a slight air of kemptness about him, the reek of blood no longer clining to the air in his vicinity, and oft untamed strands of hair currently held hostage in a pony tail. A pony tail which Kasyr immediately took to tugging upon when he was addressed by Eyren, "Hello again Cherie. Seen about granting anyone else a taste of your man at late, or did tu run out ?" A pause, and with that particular greeting out of the way, his particular attempt at normalacy, he'd move on to a more formal tone, "...As to Vailkrin. Yes. Looking for people, to help build, to help fund, to return to the home. Et now, most importantly, to find someone. But, yes, I am indeed.
Noxina nervously chuckled, running a hand through her curly locks. "I simply here and there, trying to find my way around, I guess you could say."
Xarden nods, "Im sure. I myself got lost once. Underwater city and what not." his eyes begin to shift. "It was the mermaids."
Eyren Stills the restless motion of her body for a moment at Kasyr’s initial inquiry, her thinly arched brows shooting to meet her hairlinein a question; that had it been verbalized would have been an outraged-almost gasped “what?” But just as suddenly her brows are set to rights and the dawning of a mischievous smile crests and conquers the frown lines, so recently stationed there. “Oh .. well I … no I keep my eyes alert for any victims, yet I must admit I’ve yet to find a host to match the paladin met so .. many weeks ago.” With another shaking of her head a hand would raise to absently twirl an atric-hued lock about her finger as she regarded Kasyr for a silent moment. “I .. I’m searching for purpose at present, and I wish to offer up what .. help I might, though” she’d look at her free hand then, so soft and tamed were they. Long fingers graced by oval tipped nales, clean, the hands of a musician, the hands of a healer, “in regards to building I’m afraid I’d be utterly .. useless.”
Noxina gave the man a weird look at the utterance of mermaids. She didn't find him to be the kind so easily enticed to their song. "That couldn't have been good. Did they at least leave you safe and untouched?"
Xarden said to Eyren, "So? I fear no-one."
Xarden squeals, "Gah! Pixie! Saaaave me!" His voice tremolo's on the saaaave part....
Kasyr paused for a moment, head tipping briefly when he had espied the initial signs of outrage- a sense of relief coming from him after the remark was properly interpreted. Well, as properly as something like that -could- be interpreted. And from that, the tieflings course would be set, her words setting a pace to the steps that would be taken around her, the hybrid peering at her curiously- a number of 'Hmms', 'Hrrms', 'Huh's & 'Ahs' the backdrop to his motions. Only once she'd completed her particular verbage would he take up his role. "It's not just builders I seek, though I do not deny their importance, Cherie. The Corpse needs a revival, A revival fitting of anything slain in the city of the dead- et by that we need barmaids. Even lacking that, any other talents tu have might be of aid. Elaboration on it may be useful- but I do recall tu had a talent with your tongue...er, in the sense of obscuring meaning with words. I'm sure you'd fair well in drawing in others to help. If, you don't have any other suggestions, Madamoiselle...uh. ...I forgot your name. If you even told it. I'm..sorry. For that." And only a moment would his demeanour falter, a bit of hesitance glimpsing onto his features.
Eyren said to Xarden, "Everyone fears someone, it is what keeps the world turning and the tyrants employed and what not."
Thea had just stepped through the doors when the sound of Xarden's squeal startles her nearly from her feet, "What? What is it?"
Xarden coughs. His composition is regained with a brief straightening of his tie, had he have worn one today. "Ahem... Nothing." Shifty eyes tell otherwise.
Thea shakes her head, quizzical expression remaining as she utters a few inaudible curses under breath and moves towards the board. Eyren is offered a smile and wink from the pixie in passing.
Eyren drops her hand, recently occupied with the arduous task of twirling her hair, and brings it to join her other, so that she now stood with hands clasped loosely at her waist. AT the mention of her ‘smooth’ tongue a spark would alight in the young woman’s eyes, giving hint to the myriad of ideas and tricks taking shape even then behind her eyes. “Hmmm a bar maid you say? Perhaps, though I’d rather act as ambassador if you will. That is inciting then kindling the fire within many, luring them to your cause. However” she’d tip her head to one side then, her gaze flickering to the assemblage of bottles and barrels stacked behind the scarred bar, “What better way to drop burning embers in to patrons ears, then to first open said ears with the aid of .. urm .. alcohol?” A wicked grin would march over her otherwise serene features for a moment, before she’d regain a countenance of grave solemnity. “In short, I’ll take on a bar maid's position for a time if it pleases you to have me do so. T'would at least, be an adventure of sorts.”
Kasyr gets a glimmer of actual jubilation towards those final words of hers- the whole of it having been heartening, but something particularily glee inducing having apparently been said. "An adventure of sorts? I'm more than certain I could provide, Something well see to perhaps, as there might be a task far more noble- far more exhilirating then the revival of a city, of a bar. You'll learn it in time, Cherie. If you stay around." Pausing, the hybrid would tilt his head off towards Eyren, with a particular grin, "By the by, That means your hired, persay- The payment will come in time- we'll just need to add tu, to the Ledger I'm going to be making with Dulcinea. ...I will need your name by that point." and with a slight beckoning gesture, the hybrid would abruptly turn upon his heels, seemingly intent on travelling now.
Eyren would merely nod and make to follow the hybrid, though she'd most likely take the road less traveled by, that is .. to her bed. "Eyren .. call me Eyren" she calls over her shoulder as she disappears in to the ensuing darkness of the night.