Post by Joliette Thorne on Jun 5, 2008 4:07:07 GMT -5
Tenebrae sat on a charred and empty crate across the way from the ash-filled hole in the ground that had been, until recently, her pub.
Sanmichel leans heavily against his cart, its aching wheels coming to a grinding halt. He looks around as if to get his bearings; he turns full around, mouth agape. "Oh, is this.....?"
Tenebrae glanced toward the rumble of wheels over the newly paved road. A pale hand was raised in greeting, and she nodded, her smile a little wan. "Yup."
Sanmichel continues his slow spin, his lazy eye spinning as fast as it ever has. He directs a pointed look at the woman, sucks in a healthy portion of air and beelines for his cart again. After a bit of clinking and clanking out of sight, he returns, two bottles in hand, one scarlet, the other tan. Wordlessly, he offers the red one.
Tenebrae uncorked the bottle, eyeing the carmine fizz that spilled over the lip. "Interesting..." She'd lift the wine, in a gesture of salut. "Here's to the poor old Corpse. May she be resurrected, in style." Two seconds later, Tene was clutching her throat, eyes boggling, hand fanning the fires that surely were even now sliding like lava into her stomach.
Sanmichel tosses the brown bottle into the center of the wreckage; even the breaking of glass, though, seems muffled in this spot, as if the memory absorbed all of the sound. He catches her wild gesticulations out of the corner of his eye. "No shame in that, miss...not an untypical reaction, that." He leans back against his cart, picking a scab on his face. "To Resurrection!"
Tenebrae recovered, after several long minutes, and was rather far from her natural pale self by the time she managed to sputter out a full sentence. Her hand swiped at an imaginary mark on her face, her brows lofting. "Got a little..." She brushed her features as though to dislodge something. "Soot, or.. something there."
Sanmichel rolls the offending piece of skin between his fingers, places his lips up against them and blows. A quizzical look overtakes his face for a moment; his eyes widen with realization. "Aye, 've kept my head in a helmet so long today....fergot I even HAD a face." He rolls his eyes about, trying to get a look; he his unsuccessful if the easy shrug is any indication. He grins and attempts a mysterious voice, "Look, deep into the giant orb, m'dear, and tell me what you SEE!" He leans his face closer to her for effect.
Sophie said, "Goodday Sanmichel and Tenebrae, it is good to see you both."
Tenebrae almost gave herself an injury as her head snapped back. "Uh... " The vampiress squinting at a black mark that bled across the giant's ugly mug. Strangely, it looked rather like a skull and crossbones. Sort of. If she squinted. "Pirates....." Sophie's arrival was a welcome distraction. "Ello, pet."
Sanmichel grabs his right ankle and pulls his leg back behind himself. He clamps his left eye shut; only his wild, lazy eye remains open. He screws up his face and bellows out loud in his raspiest voice, "Aye, missy...The Black Blotch, she ne'er lies...'Dem sea-faring scallywags, dey be in yer future, true en..." He begins to choke and sputter, finally hocking a hefty loogey across the street. He blushes. "Can't quite pull that voice off, I guess." He drops his ankle and begins to shift from one foot to another.
Tenebrae snickered softly, her eyes drifting back toward the ruined building site. "I was wondering, Sanmichel, if you'd be up for earning a few coin this week?"
Sanmichel nods, the skull and crossbones on his face seemingly flowing across his face. Like the Jolly Roger. Blowing east. Unaware, as usual, he grins at the offer. "Wouldn't mind a few coin...whatcha got planned?"
Tenebrae grinned happily, though she eyed the strange mark a little dubiously. "Hm, well. The cellar remains..." She tossed her own bottle down the hole, whereon it broke, and an odd grinding noise might be heard rising from the ground. "Chitterling's still down there, caged, thank goodness. I want the whole thing built of that black stone.." She pointed to the several piles of the material lying about the site. "And need a hall and two rooms upstairs. A kitchen. And... " She frowned. "A broom closet."
Sanmichel ambles over to a jutting piece, running his hands over its surface. "Aye, an odd piece o' rock, this...notcher usual granite er ore yeh find in yer everyday mountain, I'd guess." He surveys the damage. "Pro'lly a little too late for a broom closet, miss. The time fer brooms is past." He executes a cheesy smile; he's used to his jokes falling flat. "Aye, but back to the task at hand...now, I can bring yeh yer rock..." He pauses a moment and bites his lower lip. "...course, assuming yeh can tell me where to go...I'm not yer finish man, though miss. I'll haul it and help you set up the rough...but yer finer work..." He looks helplessly to his big meaty mitts, "...jest not my cuppa!"
Hume lands in a flutter of emerald wings, lifting small whorls of dust from the pavement.
Tenebrae sighed softly. "Most of the rock is just next door, stacked behind the Town Hall. But if you would... I'd be very grateful." Tene kicked a pebble, which skittered across the blackstone road. "I really need a proper builder."
Sophie regards the ruins of the tavern. 'Do you need any help here?'
Tenebrae turned toward the elf, waving her a greeting. "Know anything about building, Sophie?" She coughed softly as dust flew up her already traumatised nose. "Hello, Hume."
Sophie said, "Not much I'm afraid, but I'm generally a quick learner."
Sophie said to Hume, "It is good to see you and Richard again sir."
Sanmichel tilts his head back, scratching a long expanse of his neck. "Right..well, again...happy to lend my more than adequate back teh the project...yeh like those pieces o' rock moved around, arranged in any way you see fit..I'm yer guy." He looks to the newly assembled cast. "As far as ideas go...I submit to the braintrust, here." He bows low with a flourish.
Hume picks up a piece of the shattered rubble of the nearby tavern and nods to the proprietor of the wreckage, he rumbles, "Good day, Tenebrae."
Hume turns his smile on Sophie, and chuckles, "I'm glad you recall my pet so fondly, Sophie, and how are you?"
Tenebrae said to Hume, "I don't suppose you....?"
Sophie smiles at her friend the giant.
Tenebrae slid off her crate and stepped toward the big, square hole that'd once been the tavern's cellar, peering down into it.
Sophie said to Hume, "I am very well Thank you. I was recently admitted to the healers guild' Sophie proudly shows Hume her phoenix insignia, the mark of her guild."
Hume cants his head to the side as Tenebrae speaks to him, then regards the piece of stone in his claws, turning it over and again, examining its seemingly unremarkable surface of rough crags and pits, he says in a quiet voice, "I'm certain I can rise to the occasion if it is demanded of me, though perhaps one who makes the task of stacking stones his forte would be better to serve you here."
Sanmichel nods and looks up and to the right (his thinking place); "Course, I s'ppose we could at least get started...a foundation'd be easy enough, I guess...jest yer bigger, longer, slabs...placed next to each other..."
Hume reaches out a hooked and pointed talon to trace the proud insignia Sophie wears, he muses, as if to himself, "The healers. Such a noble society. There must be fine company in their ranks." He looks haunted by memories for a moment, but recovers with a warm, if toothy, smile.
Sophie said to Tenebrae, " I could head over to Larket and see what building skills I can pick up from Harold the Constructor if you'd like."
Tenebrae teetered on the edge of the cellar-hole, on hand closing on the he top of a charred stump that might have been a support-strut once. "We have to get the Chitterling out... Sanmichel? Think you could help lift that cage?" She'd point to the massive steel construct, and the many-fanged desert-wurm larva that writhed and gnashed within it. "He's a bit frisky, though..."
Tenebrae snapped her gaze to Sophie, her expression brightening. "Harold! Sophie, could you fetch Harold here? He can tell us what to do."
Sophie said to you, "Of course I will."
Tenebrae stepped back from the ashen pit. "Hume.. do you think, with Harold's help, you might be able to put two floors in? I need a kitchen downstairs, and a broom closet. Upstairs, a hall and two rooms, and the cellar redone. Nothing fancy, just the stone in place?"
Sanmichel nods, perhaps too quickly. "Course, course...by the by...what's a Chitter...." He faces blanches when he gets a good look. He casts a long sideways glance at the vampire before setting his arms around the cage. "He's ate already, I hope." He closes his eyes and begins to strain against the cage. With a small groan it begins to edge out of its resting spot. "Tell me when I've cleared it, " he says, grimacing, his eyes still clamped shut.
Tenebrae peered down into the hole, wondering how Sanmichel would now get out again, with that heavy cage. "Just next door will do, if it's no..." She winced as the Chitterling tried to force its hideous head through the bars. "...trouble."
Hume casts the stone into the pit with a sidearm throw, the chunk of blasted wreckage describing a long arc into the remains of the cellar, where it clangs off the cage of the ghastly worm, sending the foul creature into paroxysms of rage. He opens his hand towards the site, staring after the rock, "It would seem a most straightforwards task, dear Tenebrae, and I would be most happy to assist you. However I'm afraid I lack the time to devote myself to such a central task of ... rasing the dead, if you will. The new Corpse."
Uriel looks to the empty lot where the tavern once stood, sweat beads down his forehead. "There is a lot of work to be done here"
Tenebrae snickered softly, the irony of a Necromancer resurrecting the Corpse not escaping her. "Ah well, Hume, thankyou anyway." She gave Uriel a kindly nod. "That there is, dear. I'm looking for workers, if you'd not mind earning a coin?" She'd sweep her arm toward the wreckage.
Uriel said, "Well I do need the money, but have never built anything but a barn but it can not be much different."
Uriel said, "I assume that you have the measurements for the new building."
Sophie returns, followed by Harold the Contractor, who is happy to help with the project.
Hume looks to Uriel with a wry grin, "A barn is close enough. Truly a stable is what is required, given the unruly beasts that come to the Corpse to water themselves." He nods at Tenebrae, "I think you've found your builder."
Tenebrae smiled at the vampire. "Well, this place is all of stone, no wood. No need for mortar, I have magics coming to seal it all together. I just need the rocks stacked neatly in place." She pointed to a small pile of black stone. "The rest is out back of the Town Hall, next door."
Sanmichel turns his head to the side but not in time to miss Chitterling's 'kiss'; the goo runs down his face. "Fer the love of you, m'dear, and few others. With a grunt he lifts the metal box over his head and onto the lip of the hole. He wipes his face and whips the viscous substance to the ground. He lifts the collar of his tunic over his face and lifts again, careful to keep his face farther away this time.
Tenebrae gave Sophie and Harold a happy wave, and turned back to Uriel. "Here..." She took a scroll form her pack, handing it to him. " The kitchen goes west of the main room, broom closet south. Upstairs, a hallway and two rooms."
Sophie said to Tenebrae, "I would help move bring the stone here but I don't think I'm strong enough to carry it. You don't have a wheelbarrow by any chance?"
Uriel said, "Well any building is only as strong as its foundation, we will need to dig two and a half feet down then lay the bricks and apply the mortar. "
Tenebrae shook her head to Sophie's question. "Only the one the other giant left at the other site to the west." She pointed to the large hole where the ruins of the cellar lay, saying to Uriel. "Best start down there, I think."
Hume holds up a hand at Sophie and Tenebrae's interchange, "Do not trouble yourselves with such brutish work. My back is strong and I am happy to cart the stones." He stalks off towards the Town Hall, busying himself with transporting the slabs of smooth black stone for the duration.
Sophie said, "I'll go and try to use that one then. I'll be back soon."
Tenebrae cast a worried glance to Sanmichel, and the Chitterling. Just as well it hadn't gotten a taste for steel, as it had for stone.
Sanmichel sets the cage aside with a clang, the inhabitant none the happier. He takes a few high steps away from it; the thing gave him the willies. He lifts a long slab and hoists it over his shoulder. "Where too?" He eyes Sophie's new friend.
Sophie seems relieved at Hume offering to transport the stone and remains to see if she can help here.
Tenebrae grinned to Hume, "Thankyou. Still, the barrow might come in useful, as we build." She turned to Sophie. "We can fetch that later, if you like. For now, we need to lay the cellar, as this person said...." Her hand was flapped toward Uriel.
Sophie said to Sanmichel, "Please be careful with that slab sir."
Tenebrae said to Uriel, "What was your name, dear?"
Uriel moves swiftly to the pile of black stones and lifts one to his shoulder and carries it down to the ruins, careful not to lose his footing he slides down a small mound of dirt to the bottom and places the stone in the far west corner.
Tenebrae spoke quietly to Harold a moment, the builder nodding toward Uriel with a smile, and afterwards he'd set to work laying out string guides and erecting wooden guideposts for the stone to be set within.
Uriel wipes his dirty hands on a small cloth and extends his right hand "I am Uriel Tussaud"
Sanmichel takes the man's lead, laying the next stone next to its brother. He returns for another.
Sophie said to Uriel, "Would you like help moving all that stuff out of the way?' She indicates the debris, pieces of charred wood and crushed tankards, in the hole where the new cellar is to be.
Tenebrae leaned down, kneeling in the dust to shake his hand. "Well met, Uriel. They call me Tenebrae and this is… or was... my pub. Thanks for helping out, I'll make sure it's worth your time."
Uriel said, "Anytime"
Uriel said to Sophie, "Where should I put this?"
Tenebrae glanced around the bustling building site, looking far happier now with the progress, and the cellar was slowly lined with stone and the struts for the walls were put in place. Harold started constructing a platform for the stone floor, stretching timber beams across the cellar-hole, leaving enough room for now for those working below to exit.
Sanmichel returns to his cart and removes a tarp from one side. "Help yerself, all, if yer hungry or thirsty! On the house, o'course!"
Tenebrae said to Sanmichel, "Nonsense, dear, you must give me the bill at the end, I'm happy to pay for victuals."
Sophie smiles in response to Sanmichel's generous offer.
Miralande walks down the path and comes upon the construction site. A smile spreads her lips and she looks about, seeing Tenebrae overlooking the rebuilding process. Soon the cloaked figure made her way through the hustle and came to Tenebrae pulling back her hood, "Where do you need the most help at the moment?"
Uriel takes all the burnt wood and old bottles and what looks to be an old busted piano, and drops it out of everyone’s way the way.
Tenebrae was delighted to see another pair of willing hands arrive. "Hello, Miralande, pet. Um..." She saw that the cellar was progressing well. "How about you give Harold there..." She pointed to the Larket builder. "A bit of a hand laying stone around the southern wall?"
Sanmichel lifts another stone and eases it down the wall of the cellar. "I can set them here if someone can take it from there." Without waiting for an answer, he returns for more rock.
Sophie helps Uriel clear the debris out of the way.
Uriel returns to the ruins to get what’s left of the trash as the contractor is hammering away overhead.
Sanmichel continues to bring slab after slab, setting them in small accessible piles.
Uriel lifts the stone Sanmichel had moved and carries it to the south wall.
Tenebrae was awfully pleased it was only the upright piano and not the Grand being hauled out. Gods knew what would happen, if anything harmed the Baby. "Thankyou everyone." That said, she started stacking slabs of the ebon stone neatly on what would soon be the tavern's westerly wall.
Uriel returns and gets another and places it into corner where the south wall will meet the east wall.
Uriel walks away from the construction site to Sanmichel’s cart.
Miralande undoes her cloak and stashes it in her pack, which she lips from her shoulders and stashes in a safe spot. Quickly she ties her hair back and strides over to Harold, watching him work for a moment before stepping in, placing herself a bit further down the wall before laying starting in. Her hands gripping the blocks, using what strength was given to her by her lycan side to lift and place them carefully, making sure her work was even and looked good. She was a bit slower than the builder, but she did other things for her living.
Uriel looks in the cart and settles on spring water.
Tenebrae raised her voice a little, calling from across the other side of the site, "How are you Miralande? Have you met Uriel... Sanmichel.... Sophie...?" Each was pointed to in turn.
Sophie begins to sip at a lemonade. 'Thankyou Sanmichel, just the thing for hot work like this.'
Sanmichel grins at the chatter but only becomes more focused. Wherever a hand is extended, he drops another rock. His selection is getting better; the pieces seem to fit together better, as if they were made for each other.
Uriel makes his to another stone much slower then before but he still gets it to his shoulder and takes it to Harold who takes it off his hands and places it where it needs to be.
Sophie smiles at the newcomer, then starts to help positioning the joists to support the floorboards.
Sanmichel smiles to Miralande. "Aneh thing yeh don't see that yer hungry er thirsty for...just ask!"
Miralande takes a moment to rest from her work, swiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of hand as Tenebrae speaks to her, "I'm doing fine Darlin." As each person is pointed out she gives a small wave and a smile, showing her white teeth, "tis a fine crew you got her Tenebrae, nice to meet you all," With that she retrieves another block and goes about setting it in place.
As Hume had offered to be site-gopher for the day, Tene sent him off, at Harold's request for ladders, to fetch those from next door. The pub was progressing nicely, and it was almost time to set the second story floor in place.
Sophie said, "I'll be back soon, folks, I'm just going to fetch a saw, some of these joists are a bit too long."
Tenebrae said to Miralande, "Indeed it is, I am lucky. Help yourself to refreshments, as you need them.""
Sanmichel 's long arms are as good as a ladder, at least for lifting stones. He begins to lift two at a time, each perched perilously above his head, waiting for another to take them.
Sophie returns with a saw and proceeds to cut joists and floorboards for both stories of the tavern to the correct length.
Uriel takes one stone at a time from Sanmichel and hands them to Harold who seems quite impressed with how the progress was going.
Miralande grabs the next stone and tries to set it in place but the one edge slightly curves outward. After a moment of frowning at the block she looks over to the builder, "Got a hammer and chisel, this block needs a bit of clipping to fit right." The builder looks over and nods at her before sliding the tools across to her. She takes up the tools and begins to carefully chip away at the block. Meanwhile the builder pauses to take a moment and watch, wanting to make sure she was doing it right.
Tenebrae was also very pleased by the way things were progressing, and would pause for a moment to descend her ladder and sneak a pouch of gold to the packs of all the helpers.
Uriel heads up a latter and grabs one side of a stone too heavy for Harold to lift and together they place it into the second story floor.
Sanmichel examines the old floorboards and finds a long, unbroken piece. He lifts it gingerly and lays it against the west wall, an impromptu ramp. "Might make things a bit easier, eh? That's all fer me tonight, ladies and gentles..." He wipes the sweat from his neck and rubs it on his tunic and pants. "Good day, all...I'll be lookin' forward to breakin' the place in later, I hope."
Uriel said to Sanmichel, "Pleasure working with you."
Tenebrae handed Sanmichel a clean tablecloth that'd been stored in her pack, for a hanky to wipe his brow. "Thanks so much for your help." She surveyed what'd already been done-- the cellar complete now, and the first floor all but whole, the floor of the second level going nicely.
Miralande shakes her head as Sanmichel speaks, "No breaking anything, or one of us will break your neck," She takes a final chunk out of the stone before sliding the tools back to Harold and settling the stone into place. She looks over to Sophie and smiles, "Need a hand with cutting those?"
Sanmichel wipes his face with the cloth and wraps it around his head, a well-fitting bandana. "Thank yeh, miss...Sophie, Uriel...all!" He steps up to his cart and leans into the handle, the wheels creaking under the weight.
Uriel grabs one of the few remaining stones and heads toward his latter, with a large stone cut for the second floor.
Sophie said, "Goodbye Sanmichel take care, I'm glad to see your hand is so much better now."
Jaidin slowly enters the scene with a curious countenance as he surveys the construction going on. Before he knew what he was doing, the man appeared as close to Tenebrae as he could get depending on whatever her position was, and before he could stop himself, said: "If you need it, I'll help."
Dulcinea races into view, several nimble leaps and a skid around a corner bringing her to stop right next to Tenebrae. Placing her hands on her knees, she breathes heavily trying to catch her breath.
Uriel covered in sweat helps Harold line up the large floor stone into place. "we need rope to make a pulley system to make it easier then hauling these huge stones up these shaky ladders."
Sophie smiles at Miralande’s kind offer and hands her the saw, 'Thanks, if you take over here awhile then I can help position the slabs.
Tenebrae jumped a little, almost slipping from her half-way-up-the-ladder position. Glancing down, she pulled her skirt a little tighter against her legs when she spied the rogue. "Ello, Traye. Help'd be lovely, pet. We're just setting stone in place, drywall style. Pick a place..." He'd likely be able to stand on the second story floor now. "And hop in."
Saiyah quietly slithers on up to the group, though seems to not be paying much attention to them right now, but rather the many tips of spears and crossbows peeking out of her satchel. It's only when she hears a few familiar voiced that the naga slithers to a halt and quickly shoves her pack behind her and quietly goes about glancing at what use to be- but will soon be..the Hanging Corpse Tavern.
Uriel pours half a bottle of luke warm spring water onto his sweat soaked head before drinking the other half.
Tenebrae almost dropped a bit of rock on Dulcinea, when Jaidin had startled her, and the ladder was set rocking by the woman's untidy arrival. "Ware below!" She'd scuttle down fast, and nod to the healer. "Ello, sweet."
Miralande nods her head and goes to her pack, drawing out a piece of charcoal and a straight edge. With those items she moves to the pile of wood and picks out a single one of each that was the right size. Using those as her guide she took up the saw and started in. Using two of the remaining slabs as sawbucks she lined up the wood and made marks before using the straight edge as a guide for the saw, making nice even cuts.
Sophie said to Jaidin, "I don't believe we have met sir. I'm Sophie, I've just joined the healers guild,'..........She proudly shows him her phoenix insignia."
Jaidin said, "OH. I gotcha."
Tenebrae said to Uriel, "A sling? Let me see if I can find something..."
Sophie smiles at Tenebrae. 'Thanks for the gold, I'm saving up for some better armour.'
Jaidin nodded to Tenebrae, while effectively hiding the slight grin at what happened then. He turned around, ready to scale the wall, when he ran into Sophie. "Oh? Well... Congratulations, I think. Here to save us if we fall off?"
Tenebrae tipped an imaginary hat to Sophie and turned back to Traye, grinning. "Stay off the grog, pet, and I'm sure you won't take any short flying lessons."
Sophie said to Uriel, "Have you hurt yourself, can I help?' (she overheard the word sling)"
Tenebrae waved madly to the naga, only now catching sight of her. "Saiyah! Look how far we've come. Just a day or two, and we'll be open again, I should think."
Dulcinea leans back, nodding her head, still breathing heavy. "Hey." Mostly unaware of the chaos she had caused, she offers up a smile, and brushing her hair out of her face, finally speaks. "I...am here...to help."
Tenebrae tossed a few things from her pack to Uriel, hoping they'd be useful.
Sophie said to Uriel, " I see, a sling for moving the slabs."
Sophie laughs at herself for misunderstanding
Tenebrae said to Dulcinea, "Good to have you along. Think you could carry up a few bits of timber for the window frames?" She canted her head up at the second floor, which was progressing wonderfully.
Sophie smiles at Saiyah. “It's good to see you again dear.”
Uriel looked at the gifts Tenebrae had giving him and could not help noticing that the ragged dress did not match his shoes.
Jaidin turned around and spied the building, an appreciative whistle leaving his lips. "Lookin' good." Without any knowledge whatsoever on how these strange stones would stay -up-, he figured best thing to do so far would just be get on the second floor and put them into position, at least. At Tenebrae's words, he let loose a short bit of laughter. With her scuttled off it for the moment, Traye made to quickly run up the ladder, so that now he stood on the second floor, looking around with confusion. He really had no idea. Wood, sure-- stone? Nope.
Miralande takes a moment to grab a beer, popping its top and taking a good swig before noting the new arrivals, Dulcinea is given a mischievous wink, Saiyah receives a warm smile and a wave, and the other, a puzzled look. After a moment she strode over to Jaidin/Traye and extended a hand, "Hello, I'm Miralande, not sure if we've met before."
Tenebrae snorted a laugh at the Vampire's expression. "No, Uriel. To make a sling with, silly."
Redhale meanders along the road, swaying slightly with each step to cause his robes and cloak so swing as they hang loosely. The lower part of his attire is allowed to trail through the debris and ash left of the tavern as he moves closer to those present, head turning to take in the scene, offering casual greetings where appropriate.
Saiyah blinked a few times, the rather enthusiastic calling of her name from the vampire had tore her attention from the construction off to her side. Slithering forward, she made sure not to snag her tail on any loose nails, boards, hammers and what ever else that might be about as she stopped somewhat away from Tene.
Tenebrae shouted, "Jaidin, pet... just stack the rock in as neat a fit as you can.. there's little hammer for cracking it to fit up there somewhere."
Dulcinea nodded again, pleased to be given something to do. "Of course, I'd be happy to!" Turning about, she paused as she saw the partially intact structure. "Woah baby." Not taking her eyes off the forming building, she watched various people climbing and shuffling around the area. "Ummmm...which wood do you want me to take?"
Tenebrae told Sophie, "Nope that's the old one... the new one has stone floor- but she could polish it?"
Saiyah eyed the frame and structure of the building- thinking it best for her too keep -off- of this one. Or at least make it stronger...
Jaidin smacked himself in the forehead appropriately-- of course! "Maybe I have had a little too much whisky, eh?" he called down to the vampiress, then set about the task appointed-- which now made far more sense when explained. He really isn't that smart. Finding a pile, Traye got a good grip on it-- glad he had on gloves-- and started to haul it toward a good spot to start building the wall. Next task: find the hammer.
Tenebrae headed to the sawhorse, where Harold was hard at work cutting frames and nailing them into shape. She'd sling a couple over her shoulders and trudge back to Dulci. "Here y'are, sweet. Those're for the front room."
Sophie ,now that the ground floor has been completed, sweeps the dust from the slabs and then begins polishing them.
Tenebrae caught sight of Redhale on the way back. "Ello, you..." The man was given a wave. "Look at my pub. Isn't it coming along a treat?"
Saiyah slowly lifts her arms and uses one to shield her face while the other waves about to catch Tenebrae's attention. She lifts and drop her shoulders before pointing to the framework and puts on a blank face- as if lost to what to do.
Sophie smiles at Saiyah, “You could help me polish these slabs if you'd like dear.”
Uriel climbs a latter and is awaiting the wood for the window frames.
Miralande shrugged her shoulders as the man scampered off to work, slugging back the rest of her beer she went back to her pile of wood and set too cutting it, Once the pile was gone she grabbed a stack and took it over to where it was needed. Once the stacks were all in place she nodded and called out to Tenebrae, "I need to head out darlin, Thanks for the gold, I'll stop by tomorrow and lend a hand too, till then, see ya."
Sophie said, "I'll just go get some more polish."
Sophie hands Saiyah a cloth.
Tenebrae gave Miralande a cheery wave. "Much appreciated!"
Saiyah holds the cloth..with a blank expression.
Uriel said to Tenebrae , "I am afraid I must be going as well, but I will return tomorrow to help also."
Sophie returns with some more tins of polish and another cloth.
Tenebrae gave the vampire a wave as well. "Nice to meet you, and thanks!"
Saiyah now had to choose, polish the slabs..or fit in some window frames. Well, she didn't know much about construction (other then the basics) and polishing slabs couldn't be no different from polishing weapons, right? So she'd go with that one.
Dulcinea gladly accepted the bits of lumber from the vampiress, hefting them in her slight arms, before making an awkward salute to Tene, followed by a grin. "Aye, aye!" Picking her way, carefully through the forming tavern, she found the ladder. Eyeing it somewhat dubiously, she glanced from it, upwards to the second floor, then to the cumbersome burden in her arms. "Um, no way." Leaning back, she called upwards. "Hellooo up there! I could use a hand!"
Uriel nods to Tenebrae "Likewise, glad I could help."
Sophie begins polishing the slabs once more, thinking that perhaps her next task would be to take over fitting the windows.
Tenebrae wasn't fussed much by who did what-- she'd take the frames herself, sliding them into place, tapping each with a small mallet to get the fit snug.
Redhale nodded in return to Tenebrae, planting his hands on his hips as he looked up at the building, "Aye, should be as great as ever, if not better, surely..." Despite his positive comments the man seems more interested in the people working, all bustling around and moving objects to put the tavern back together. As his head tracked someone moving past with their hands full he spoke again, his words probably meant for Tenebrae, "Did you get my note, or do I need a new messenger system?"
Jaidin finally found the hammer, aha! He then went back to where he'd left the pile of slabs, and stared. How thick did she want it? He figured that he would make it happen, somehow. With the whole pieces, in tact, he set up a row along the wall; just a row high, nothing else. He then would study it, and lean out over the building, tryin to catch a glimpse of any other wall up here-- or the thickness of a wall through the downstairs window. Mind, that part came after a long time of back-breaking work of hauling the stones into place, dragging and shoving them along the roof until his back broke out in sweat.
Sophie said to Saiyah, "Thanks for helping me, we will get in done much quicker now there are two of us."
Sophie notices Traye's puzzled expression and asks Harold if he might be able to advise the poor guy.
Tenebrae turned to Redhale, smacking her hand against her forehead in dismay at her own forgetfulness. Which was an unfortunate action, seeing as how she'd forgotten to remove the mallet from it first. Rubbing at the ensuing lump, she gave the man a wry grin. "Yes I did, pet. And gratefully accepted. I'll be handing you my donation in the next few days."
Saiyah nods before taking the rag in her hand and smears some of the polish from one of the tins onto it. Slowly she sets to work on bufffing it into the slabs.
Jaidin caught the shout from some gal down below. Traye stood at the edge of the roof to the first floor, and stared at her. "Uh... Climb far as ye can and I'll grab?"
Redhale bowed his head, "Good then, I do get worried about eager hunters taking my messengers out sometimes..." He turned to face the growing building again, "Though don't fret too much over it, I'd be happier by far to see this fine establishment up and running again than to have some extra clanking baggage to tuck away."
Sophie sees an opportunity to practise her healing skills, she hands Tenebrae some ointment for the nasty bruise on her forehead. ' Would you like me to bandage it for you dear?'
Tenebrae tugged his sleeve, and would bestow a brief peck on Redhale's cheek. "Thanks." She turned to the healer, the bump already receding. But she'd take a dab of ointment on it anyhow. "I'll be fine, dear, vampire and all.."
Sophie reassured that the injury isn't serious, leaves Tenebrae the ointment and goes back to help Saiyah finish off the polishing.
Dulcinea muttered something about vampires and super-strength before starting up the ladder. Her foot on the bottom rung, she gratefully heard the offer of help. "Oh yes, that would be lovely." Slowly making her way up, she got about half way before, stopping and starting to hand the timber up. "Right-o, Tene!" Grinning up at Jaidin, she continued passing up the timber. "Thanks."
Sophie realises that the remaining unpolished area of slabs is now too small to allow both of them to work there, she turns to Harold 'What do you think needs doing next sir?'
Redhale brought a hand up to wipe the smudge Tenebrae had left on his mask away, turning his head to face the ground before replying, "You're welcome... If you need anything from me simply call and I'll see if I can accommodate..." That said, he began to move off, giving the hard workers his praise before leaving the group behind him.
Jaidin got down on his belly with a grin; balanced thusly, the man leant most of his upper-half of his body down the ladder, so that he could try to take the timber. Perhaps it wasn't the best way to go about it, but the timber wasn't too heavy, if he took one or two piece at a time. "Easy now." While he liked heights just fine, the prospect of falling -head first- wasn't that lovely. So hopefully Dulcinea was comfortable standing around the middle of the ladder for a while, as Traye grabbed pieces at a time and lifted them up and set them beside him.
Sophie listens attentively as Harold explains how to use putty to fit panes of glass into the windows.
Sophie grabs the ladder to steady it and says to Jaidin ' I wouldn't lean out so far if I were you sir.'
Jaidin winks at Sophie-- an odd look, with only one eye visible-- and calls out, "Well that's what you're here for, innit?"
Sophie doesn't really want to have to heal any more injured builders.
Saiyah finishes up her 4th slab and shoves it aside, glancing to Sophie to check on her work.
Dulcinea settling more comfortably upon her perch, she cheerfully continued to pass the wood up to the man. "I was kinda worried for a few moments that I would have to climb all the way to the top and then try to get off the ladder with the wood. And of course, in my head, I fell off the ladder and landed on someone. With all the wood. And with my luck, it probably would've been Tene." Shaking her head, she nodded towards the vampiress, a soft laugh escaping her. "She doesn't know how lucky she was to escape such a fate."
Jaidin : Once the rest of the timber had been passed and he'd set it near him, he scuttled backward and then got to his knees, and then his feet. He listened to Dulcinea's words with a wide eye of his own, mouth agape slightly. "You... See that too?" Perhaps she didn't see such things, but merely imagined them; either way, Traye took it as his own, and then rushed, with a sheepish smile, to help her up the last rung of the ladder, assuming she was headed there.
Tenebrae trotted back into view, in time to hear Dulci's comment. "Well, for once it wouldn't be me falling down something?" She was really trying to be helpful. Harold pointed her toward the empty window frames.
Sophie begins to spread putty around one of the downstairs window frames, glancing at Harold every so often to check she is doing it properly.
Dulcinea allowed Jaidin to help her up the last few rungs to the second story, a moment of silence, before she would finally register his words. Steadying herself on the floor, she brushed her hands off on her skirt, before turning her full attention to the male, one eye brow raised in question. "Well, I see a lot of stuff. Mostly just about how my clumsiness could possibly make a situation dangerous. Why, do I look clumsy to you?"
Dulcinea said to Tenebrae, "Squashed like some flat-bread, you would've been."
Tene snickered, and returned her gaze to the empty windows. "Stained glass..."
Jaidin scratched at the back of his neck and grinned, still sheepish. "Er, no... but... No, miss, you don't." His cheeks flared pink, slightly, then. With a slight cough he eyed Tenebrae on ground-level, and then finally, Harold. Whenever the man had a chance, Traye would be waiting on the roof for the instructions on the thickness and so forth of the wall he's building.
Dulcinea said to Jaidin, "Well, that's good. Really, its bad business for a healer, if your patients run at the mere sight of you."
Tenebrae was still pondering window designs when Harold barrelled up the ladder like a short, balding ladder-climbing rhino and with a few words interspersed with a few choice ones told Jaidin what needed to be done; the slight taper of the walls as they rose, the correct angle for the roofing slabs. He smelled vaguely of last week's ale.
Jaidin snickered at Dulcinea's words, but remained unable to look at her. Then Harold came. Even Jaidin shrunk back at the smell of him-- and Jaidin smelled like whisky. "Och... Aye, sir, that's a good plan. I think I can do it. Er, I can." Yes-- if he was affirmative, hopefully Harold would go away without worry that the human didn't know what he was doing. So he moved to where he'd set the stone, finding that they only needed a few tweaks to work with the plan for it. Grabbing the hammer that he'd found quite some time ago, he set about creating the slight taper for this row of stones. Just a wee bit to shave off.
Sophie puts on some heavy gloves to avoid cutting herself then takes the wheelbarrow to fetch a pane of glass.
Dulcinea backed away, wide-eyed from the short, smell, bossy man who had stormed up the ladder. Really, he was a professional, wasn't he? Deciding not to draw attention to herself, for fear he'd breathe on her, she sidled towards the edge looking about for Tene. "Oy! Tene, what sort of chore do you want me to be trying this time?" Looking downwards, she finally realized where she was. "Oh boy...that's a long way down..." And she was -that- clumsy.
Tenebrae frowned at the unsteady lass. "Careful, pet. You don't look the type to sprout wings mid-air. Don't look down, you'll be fine..." She pointed to the inside of the tavern. "Any good with art?"
Sophie returns. 'There doesn't seem to be any glass yet. I'll help you fit it when it comes, Harold's explained to me how to do it.'
Tenebrae smiled at Sophie happily. "Thanks sweet. Now.. how are you at art?"
Sophie is tired after all her exertions, and decides to leave the building work for today.
Sophie said to Tenebrae, "Just at the moment I am worn out. I'll come back and help again though"
Tenebrae offered Sophie a beer, noting that the woman looked weary. "Thankyou so much for the help, you have my gratitude."
Sophie gratefully takes the offered beer, waves farewell to all those still working and trudges wearily off.
Jaidin grabs another stone, and hauls it, breathing laboured, on top of another stone. He leans on it slightly, as his other hand wipes at his forehead where the bandanna doesn't cover. "Damn," he mutters. Why did he help? With enough breath caught for another short burst, he then positions that piece and starts to slowly chip away at it, to make it look good.
Dulcinea leans further out, nearly losing her balance, but manages to right herself fairly quickly. "Eeep." Grabbing hold of a nearby piece of wall, she peered over the edge, as if she could see into the interior from there. "Art? Well, I have a steady enough hand...what is it you want me to do?"
Tenebrae nodded, and tossed a sheaf of parchment up, the stub of a builder's pencil plucked from behind Harold's grimy ear earlier to follow. "Sketch me a big-mouthed gargoyle, can you? I need it so a fire can be lit in its maw."
Dulcinea just manages to catch both items, a rather dismayed expression on herself. "A big-mouthed gargoyle you say? Is this for the inside or the outside of the tavern?"
Tenebrae grinned. "Inside. For the fireplace. But you gave me an idea just then..." She started walking the perimeter of the building, staring up at the corners.
Dulcinea cast a worried glance after the vampiress. "Oh dear." Lord and Lady, why did she ever open her mouth? A small smile quirking her lips, despite her conflicted feelings, she plopped down on the ledge, swinging her legs over the edge and staring at the parchment, thoughtful look upon her face. "I suppose you want it cheerfully gruesome, yes?"
Tenebrae said to Dulcinea, "Perfect." Then she wandered off around a corner, muttering something about orcs.
Jaidin thought no one was looking. Nor did he know anyone was still on the roof-- or even outside, for that matter. His shoulders moved, swaying back and forth with a pumping motion while rolling somewhat. His hands held before him, jackknifed back and forth. His hips made little movement, but did sway side to side slightly, cause of knees moving back and forth. Oh yes, Jaidin was raving-- likely to "Dragostea din tei"... Which if one were close enough, they would definitely hear being sang under his breath.
Sanmichel leans heavily against his cart, its aching wheels coming to a grinding halt. He looks around as if to get his bearings; he turns full around, mouth agape. "Oh, is this.....?"
Tenebrae glanced toward the rumble of wheels over the newly paved road. A pale hand was raised in greeting, and she nodded, her smile a little wan. "Yup."
Sanmichel continues his slow spin, his lazy eye spinning as fast as it ever has. He directs a pointed look at the woman, sucks in a healthy portion of air and beelines for his cart again. After a bit of clinking and clanking out of sight, he returns, two bottles in hand, one scarlet, the other tan. Wordlessly, he offers the red one.
Tenebrae uncorked the bottle, eyeing the carmine fizz that spilled over the lip. "Interesting..." She'd lift the wine, in a gesture of salut. "Here's to the poor old Corpse. May she be resurrected, in style." Two seconds later, Tene was clutching her throat, eyes boggling, hand fanning the fires that surely were even now sliding like lava into her stomach.
Sanmichel tosses the brown bottle into the center of the wreckage; even the breaking of glass, though, seems muffled in this spot, as if the memory absorbed all of the sound. He catches her wild gesticulations out of the corner of his eye. "No shame in that, miss...not an untypical reaction, that." He leans back against his cart, picking a scab on his face. "To Resurrection!"
Tenebrae recovered, after several long minutes, and was rather far from her natural pale self by the time she managed to sputter out a full sentence. Her hand swiped at an imaginary mark on her face, her brows lofting. "Got a little..." She brushed her features as though to dislodge something. "Soot, or.. something there."
Sanmichel rolls the offending piece of skin between his fingers, places his lips up against them and blows. A quizzical look overtakes his face for a moment; his eyes widen with realization. "Aye, 've kept my head in a helmet so long today....fergot I even HAD a face." He rolls his eyes about, trying to get a look; he his unsuccessful if the easy shrug is any indication. He grins and attempts a mysterious voice, "Look, deep into the giant orb, m'dear, and tell me what you SEE!" He leans his face closer to her for effect.
Sophie said, "Goodday Sanmichel and Tenebrae, it is good to see you both."
Tenebrae almost gave herself an injury as her head snapped back. "Uh... " The vampiress squinting at a black mark that bled across the giant's ugly mug. Strangely, it looked rather like a skull and crossbones. Sort of. If she squinted. "Pirates....." Sophie's arrival was a welcome distraction. "Ello, pet."
Sanmichel grabs his right ankle and pulls his leg back behind himself. He clamps his left eye shut; only his wild, lazy eye remains open. He screws up his face and bellows out loud in his raspiest voice, "Aye, missy...The Black Blotch, she ne'er lies...'Dem sea-faring scallywags, dey be in yer future, true en..." He begins to choke and sputter, finally hocking a hefty loogey across the street. He blushes. "Can't quite pull that voice off, I guess." He drops his ankle and begins to shift from one foot to another.
Tenebrae snickered softly, her eyes drifting back toward the ruined building site. "I was wondering, Sanmichel, if you'd be up for earning a few coin this week?"
Sanmichel nods, the skull and crossbones on his face seemingly flowing across his face. Like the Jolly Roger. Blowing east. Unaware, as usual, he grins at the offer. "Wouldn't mind a few coin...whatcha got planned?"
Tenebrae grinned happily, though she eyed the strange mark a little dubiously. "Hm, well. The cellar remains..." She tossed her own bottle down the hole, whereon it broke, and an odd grinding noise might be heard rising from the ground. "Chitterling's still down there, caged, thank goodness. I want the whole thing built of that black stone.." She pointed to the several piles of the material lying about the site. "And need a hall and two rooms upstairs. A kitchen. And... " She frowned. "A broom closet."
Sanmichel ambles over to a jutting piece, running his hands over its surface. "Aye, an odd piece o' rock, this...notcher usual granite er ore yeh find in yer everyday mountain, I'd guess." He surveys the damage. "Pro'lly a little too late for a broom closet, miss. The time fer brooms is past." He executes a cheesy smile; he's used to his jokes falling flat. "Aye, but back to the task at hand...now, I can bring yeh yer rock..." He pauses a moment and bites his lower lip. "...course, assuming yeh can tell me where to go...I'm not yer finish man, though miss. I'll haul it and help you set up the rough...but yer finer work..." He looks helplessly to his big meaty mitts, "...jest not my cuppa!"
Hume lands in a flutter of emerald wings, lifting small whorls of dust from the pavement.
Tenebrae sighed softly. "Most of the rock is just next door, stacked behind the Town Hall. But if you would... I'd be very grateful." Tene kicked a pebble, which skittered across the blackstone road. "I really need a proper builder."
Sophie regards the ruins of the tavern. 'Do you need any help here?'
Tenebrae turned toward the elf, waving her a greeting. "Know anything about building, Sophie?" She coughed softly as dust flew up her already traumatised nose. "Hello, Hume."
Sophie said, "Not much I'm afraid, but I'm generally a quick learner."
Sophie said to Hume, "It is good to see you and Richard again sir."
Sanmichel tilts his head back, scratching a long expanse of his neck. "Right..well, again...happy to lend my more than adequate back teh the project...yeh like those pieces o' rock moved around, arranged in any way you see fit..I'm yer guy." He looks to the newly assembled cast. "As far as ideas go...I submit to the braintrust, here." He bows low with a flourish.
Hume picks up a piece of the shattered rubble of the nearby tavern and nods to the proprietor of the wreckage, he rumbles, "Good day, Tenebrae."
Hume turns his smile on Sophie, and chuckles, "I'm glad you recall my pet so fondly, Sophie, and how are you?"
Tenebrae said to Hume, "I don't suppose you....?"
Sophie smiles at her friend the giant.
Tenebrae slid off her crate and stepped toward the big, square hole that'd once been the tavern's cellar, peering down into it.
Sophie said to Hume, "I am very well Thank you. I was recently admitted to the healers guild' Sophie proudly shows Hume her phoenix insignia, the mark of her guild."
Hume cants his head to the side as Tenebrae speaks to him, then regards the piece of stone in his claws, turning it over and again, examining its seemingly unremarkable surface of rough crags and pits, he says in a quiet voice, "I'm certain I can rise to the occasion if it is demanded of me, though perhaps one who makes the task of stacking stones his forte would be better to serve you here."
Sanmichel nods and looks up and to the right (his thinking place); "Course, I s'ppose we could at least get started...a foundation'd be easy enough, I guess...jest yer bigger, longer, slabs...placed next to each other..."
Hume reaches out a hooked and pointed talon to trace the proud insignia Sophie wears, he muses, as if to himself, "The healers. Such a noble society. There must be fine company in their ranks." He looks haunted by memories for a moment, but recovers with a warm, if toothy, smile.
Sophie said to Tenebrae, " I could head over to Larket and see what building skills I can pick up from Harold the Constructor if you'd like."
Tenebrae teetered on the edge of the cellar-hole, on hand closing on the he top of a charred stump that might have been a support-strut once. "We have to get the Chitterling out... Sanmichel? Think you could help lift that cage?" She'd point to the massive steel construct, and the many-fanged desert-wurm larva that writhed and gnashed within it. "He's a bit frisky, though..."
Tenebrae snapped her gaze to Sophie, her expression brightening. "Harold! Sophie, could you fetch Harold here? He can tell us what to do."
Sophie said to you, "Of course I will."
Tenebrae stepped back from the ashen pit. "Hume.. do you think, with Harold's help, you might be able to put two floors in? I need a kitchen downstairs, and a broom closet. Upstairs, a hall and two rooms, and the cellar redone. Nothing fancy, just the stone in place?"
Sanmichel nods, perhaps too quickly. "Course, course...by the by...what's a Chitter...." He faces blanches when he gets a good look. He casts a long sideways glance at the vampire before setting his arms around the cage. "He's ate already, I hope." He closes his eyes and begins to strain against the cage. With a small groan it begins to edge out of its resting spot. "Tell me when I've cleared it, " he says, grimacing, his eyes still clamped shut.
Tenebrae peered down into the hole, wondering how Sanmichel would now get out again, with that heavy cage. "Just next door will do, if it's no..." She winced as the Chitterling tried to force its hideous head through the bars. "...trouble."
Hume casts the stone into the pit with a sidearm throw, the chunk of blasted wreckage describing a long arc into the remains of the cellar, where it clangs off the cage of the ghastly worm, sending the foul creature into paroxysms of rage. He opens his hand towards the site, staring after the rock, "It would seem a most straightforwards task, dear Tenebrae, and I would be most happy to assist you. However I'm afraid I lack the time to devote myself to such a central task of ... rasing the dead, if you will. The new Corpse."
Uriel looks to the empty lot where the tavern once stood, sweat beads down his forehead. "There is a lot of work to be done here"
Tenebrae snickered softly, the irony of a Necromancer resurrecting the Corpse not escaping her. "Ah well, Hume, thankyou anyway." She gave Uriel a kindly nod. "That there is, dear. I'm looking for workers, if you'd not mind earning a coin?" She'd sweep her arm toward the wreckage.
Uriel said, "Well I do need the money, but have never built anything but a barn but it can not be much different."
Uriel said, "I assume that you have the measurements for the new building."
Sophie returns, followed by Harold the Contractor, who is happy to help with the project.
Hume looks to Uriel with a wry grin, "A barn is close enough. Truly a stable is what is required, given the unruly beasts that come to the Corpse to water themselves." He nods at Tenebrae, "I think you've found your builder."
Tenebrae smiled at the vampire. "Well, this place is all of stone, no wood. No need for mortar, I have magics coming to seal it all together. I just need the rocks stacked neatly in place." She pointed to a small pile of black stone. "The rest is out back of the Town Hall, next door."
Sanmichel turns his head to the side but not in time to miss Chitterling's 'kiss'; the goo runs down his face. "Fer the love of you, m'dear, and few others. With a grunt he lifts the metal box over his head and onto the lip of the hole. He wipes his face and whips the viscous substance to the ground. He lifts the collar of his tunic over his face and lifts again, careful to keep his face farther away this time.
Tenebrae gave Sophie and Harold a happy wave, and turned back to Uriel. "Here..." She took a scroll form her pack, handing it to him. " The kitchen goes west of the main room, broom closet south. Upstairs, a hallway and two rooms."
Sophie said to Tenebrae, "I would help move bring the stone here but I don't think I'm strong enough to carry it. You don't have a wheelbarrow by any chance?"
Uriel said, "Well any building is only as strong as its foundation, we will need to dig two and a half feet down then lay the bricks and apply the mortar. "
Tenebrae shook her head to Sophie's question. "Only the one the other giant left at the other site to the west." She pointed to the large hole where the ruins of the cellar lay, saying to Uriel. "Best start down there, I think."
Hume holds up a hand at Sophie and Tenebrae's interchange, "Do not trouble yourselves with such brutish work. My back is strong and I am happy to cart the stones." He stalks off towards the Town Hall, busying himself with transporting the slabs of smooth black stone for the duration.
Sophie said, "I'll go and try to use that one then. I'll be back soon."
Tenebrae cast a worried glance to Sanmichel, and the Chitterling. Just as well it hadn't gotten a taste for steel, as it had for stone.
Sanmichel sets the cage aside with a clang, the inhabitant none the happier. He takes a few high steps away from it; the thing gave him the willies. He lifts a long slab and hoists it over his shoulder. "Where too?" He eyes Sophie's new friend.
Sophie seems relieved at Hume offering to transport the stone and remains to see if she can help here.
Tenebrae grinned to Hume, "Thankyou. Still, the barrow might come in useful, as we build." She turned to Sophie. "We can fetch that later, if you like. For now, we need to lay the cellar, as this person said...." Her hand was flapped toward Uriel.
Sophie said to Sanmichel, "Please be careful with that slab sir."
Tenebrae said to Uriel, "What was your name, dear?"
Uriel moves swiftly to the pile of black stones and lifts one to his shoulder and carries it down to the ruins, careful not to lose his footing he slides down a small mound of dirt to the bottom and places the stone in the far west corner.
Tenebrae spoke quietly to Harold a moment, the builder nodding toward Uriel with a smile, and afterwards he'd set to work laying out string guides and erecting wooden guideposts for the stone to be set within.
Uriel wipes his dirty hands on a small cloth and extends his right hand "I am Uriel Tussaud"
Sanmichel takes the man's lead, laying the next stone next to its brother. He returns for another.
Sophie said to Uriel, "Would you like help moving all that stuff out of the way?' She indicates the debris, pieces of charred wood and crushed tankards, in the hole where the new cellar is to be.
Tenebrae leaned down, kneeling in the dust to shake his hand. "Well met, Uriel. They call me Tenebrae and this is… or was... my pub. Thanks for helping out, I'll make sure it's worth your time."
Uriel said, "Anytime"
Uriel said to Sophie, "Where should I put this?"
Tenebrae glanced around the bustling building site, looking far happier now with the progress, and the cellar was slowly lined with stone and the struts for the walls were put in place. Harold started constructing a platform for the stone floor, stretching timber beams across the cellar-hole, leaving enough room for now for those working below to exit.
Sanmichel returns to his cart and removes a tarp from one side. "Help yerself, all, if yer hungry or thirsty! On the house, o'course!"
Tenebrae said to Sanmichel, "Nonsense, dear, you must give me the bill at the end, I'm happy to pay for victuals."
Sophie smiles in response to Sanmichel's generous offer.
Miralande walks down the path and comes upon the construction site. A smile spreads her lips and she looks about, seeing Tenebrae overlooking the rebuilding process. Soon the cloaked figure made her way through the hustle and came to Tenebrae pulling back her hood, "Where do you need the most help at the moment?"
Uriel takes all the burnt wood and old bottles and what looks to be an old busted piano, and drops it out of everyone’s way the way.
Tenebrae was delighted to see another pair of willing hands arrive. "Hello, Miralande, pet. Um..." She saw that the cellar was progressing well. "How about you give Harold there..." She pointed to the Larket builder. "A bit of a hand laying stone around the southern wall?"
Sanmichel lifts another stone and eases it down the wall of the cellar. "I can set them here if someone can take it from there." Without waiting for an answer, he returns for more rock.
Sophie helps Uriel clear the debris out of the way.
Uriel returns to the ruins to get what’s left of the trash as the contractor is hammering away overhead.
Sanmichel continues to bring slab after slab, setting them in small accessible piles.
Uriel lifts the stone Sanmichel had moved and carries it to the south wall.
Tenebrae was awfully pleased it was only the upright piano and not the Grand being hauled out. Gods knew what would happen, if anything harmed the Baby. "Thankyou everyone." That said, she started stacking slabs of the ebon stone neatly on what would soon be the tavern's westerly wall.
Uriel returns and gets another and places it into corner where the south wall will meet the east wall.
Uriel walks away from the construction site to Sanmichel’s cart.
Miralande undoes her cloak and stashes it in her pack, which she lips from her shoulders and stashes in a safe spot. Quickly she ties her hair back and strides over to Harold, watching him work for a moment before stepping in, placing herself a bit further down the wall before laying starting in. Her hands gripping the blocks, using what strength was given to her by her lycan side to lift and place them carefully, making sure her work was even and looked good. She was a bit slower than the builder, but she did other things for her living.
Uriel looks in the cart and settles on spring water.
Tenebrae raised her voice a little, calling from across the other side of the site, "How are you Miralande? Have you met Uriel... Sanmichel.... Sophie...?" Each was pointed to in turn.
Sophie begins to sip at a lemonade. 'Thankyou Sanmichel, just the thing for hot work like this.'
Sanmichel grins at the chatter but only becomes more focused. Wherever a hand is extended, he drops another rock. His selection is getting better; the pieces seem to fit together better, as if they were made for each other.
Uriel makes his to another stone much slower then before but he still gets it to his shoulder and takes it to Harold who takes it off his hands and places it where it needs to be.
Sophie smiles at the newcomer, then starts to help positioning the joists to support the floorboards.
Sanmichel smiles to Miralande. "Aneh thing yeh don't see that yer hungry er thirsty for...just ask!"
Miralande takes a moment to rest from her work, swiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of hand as Tenebrae speaks to her, "I'm doing fine Darlin." As each person is pointed out she gives a small wave and a smile, showing her white teeth, "tis a fine crew you got her Tenebrae, nice to meet you all," With that she retrieves another block and goes about setting it in place.
As Hume had offered to be site-gopher for the day, Tene sent him off, at Harold's request for ladders, to fetch those from next door. The pub was progressing nicely, and it was almost time to set the second story floor in place.
Sophie said, "I'll be back soon, folks, I'm just going to fetch a saw, some of these joists are a bit too long."
Tenebrae said to Miralande, "Indeed it is, I am lucky. Help yourself to refreshments, as you need them.""
Sanmichel 's long arms are as good as a ladder, at least for lifting stones. He begins to lift two at a time, each perched perilously above his head, waiting for another to take them.
Sophie returns with a saw and proceeds to cut joists and floorboards for both stories of the tavern to the correct length.
Uriel takes one stone at a time from Sanmichel and hands them to Harold who seems quite impressed with how the progress was going.
Miralande grabs the next stone and tries to set it in place but the one edge slightly curves outward. After a moment of frowning at the block she looks over to the builder, "Got a hammer and chisel, this block needs a bit of clipping to fit right." The builder looks over and nods at her before sliding the tools across to her. She takes up the tools and begins to carefully chip away at the block. Meanwhile the builder pauses to take a moment and watch, wanting to make sure she was doing it right.
Tenebrae was also very pleased by the way things were progressing, and would pause for a moment to descend her ladder and sneak a pouch of gold to the packs of all the helpers.
Uriel heads up a latter and grabs one side of a stone too heavy for Harold to lift and together they place it into the second story floor.
Sanmichel examines the old floorboards and finds a long, unbroken piece. He lifts it gingerly and lays it against the west wall, an impromptu ramp. "Might make things a bit easier, eh? That's all fer me tonight, ladies and gentles..." He wipes the sweat from his neck and rubs it on his tunic and pants. "Good day, all...I'll be lookin' forward to breakin' the place in later, I hope."
Uriel said to Sanmichel, "Pleasure working with you."
Tenebrae handed Sanmichel a clean tablecloth that'd been stored in her pack, for a hanky to wipe his brow. "Thanks so much for your help." She surveyed what'd already been done-- the cellar complete now, and the first floor all but whole, the floor of the second level going nicely.
Miralande shakes her head as Sanmichel speaks, "No breaking anything, or one of us will break your neck," She takes a final chunk out of the stone before sliding the tools back to Harold and settling the stone into place. She looks over to Sophie and smiles, "Need a hand with cutting those?"
Sanmichel wipes his face with the cloth and wraps it around his head, a well-fitting bandana. "Thank yeh, miss...Sophie, Uriel...all!" He steps up to his cart and leans into the handle, the wheels creaking under the weight.
Uriel grabs one of the few remaining stones and heads toward his latter, with a large stone cut for the second floor.
Sophie said, "Goodbye Sanmichel take care, I'm glad to see your hand is so much better now."
Jaidin slowly enters the scene with a curious countenance as he surveys the construction going on. Before he knew what he was doing, the man appeared as close to Tenebrae as he could get depending on whatever her position was, and before he could stop himself, said: "If you need it, I'll help."
Dulcinea races into view, several nimble leaps and a skid around a corner bringing her to stop right next to Tenebrae. Placing her hands on her knees, she breathes heavily trying to catch her breath.
Uriel covered in sweat helps Harold line up the large floor stone into place. "we need rope to make a pulley system to make it easier then hauling these huge stones up these shaky ladders."
Sophie smiles at Miralande’s kind offer and hands her the saw, 'Thanks, if you take over here awhile then I can help position the slabs.
Tenebrae jumped a little, almost slipping from her half-way-up-the-ladder position. Glancing down, she pulled her skirt a little tighter against her legs when she spied the rogue. "Ello, Traye. Help'd be lovely, pet. We're just setting stone in place, drywall style. Pick a place..." He'd likely be able to stand on the second story floor now. "And hop in."
Saiyah quietly slithers on up to the group, though seems to not be paying much attention to them right now, but rather the many tips of spears and crossbows peeking out of her satchel. It's only when she hears a few familiar voiced that the naga slithers to a halt and quickly shoves her pack behind her and quietly goes about glancing at what use to be- but will soon be..the Hanging Corpse Tavern.
Uriel pours half a bottle of luke warm spring water onto his sweat soaked head before drinking the other half.
Tenebrae almost dropped a bit of rock on Dulcinea, when Jaidin had startled her, and the ladder was set rocking by the woman's untidy arrival. "Ware below!" She'd scuttle down fast, and nod to the healer. "Ello, sweet."
Miralande nods her head and goes to her pack, drawing out a piece of charcoal and a straight edge. With those items she moves to the pile of wood and picks out a single one of each that was the right size. Using those as her guide she took up the saw and started in. Using two of the remaining slabs as sawbucks she lined up the wood and made marks before using the straight edge as a guide for the saw, making nice even cuts.
Sophie said to Jaidin, "I don't believe we have met sir. I'm Sophie, I've just joined the healers guild,'..........She proudly shows him her phoenix insignia."
Jaidin said, "OH. I gotcha."
Tenebrae said to Uriel, "A sling? Let me see if I can find something..."
Sophie smiles at Tenebrae. 'Thanks for the gold, I'm saving up for some better armour.'
Jaidin nodded to Tenebrae, while effectively hiding the slight grin at what happened then. He turned around, ready to scale the wall, when he ran into Sophie. "Oh? Well... Congratulations, I think. Here to save us if we fall off?"
Tenebrae tipped an imaginary hat to Sophie and turned back to Traye, grinning. "Stay off the grog, pet, and I'm sure you won't take any short flying lessons."
Sophie said to Uriel, "Have you hurt yourself, can I help?' (she overheard the word sling)"
Tenebrae waved madly to the naga, only now catching sight of her. "Saiyah! Look how far we've come. Just a day or two, and we'll be open again, I should think."
Dulcinea leans back, nodding her head, still breathing heavy. "Hey." Mostly unaware of the chaos she had caused, she offers up a smile, and brushing her hair out of her face, finally speaks. "I...am here...to help."
Tenebrae tossed a few things from her pack to Uriel, hoping they'd be useful.
Sophie said to Uriel, " I see, a sling for moving the slabs."
Sophie laughs at herself for misunderstanding
Tenebrae said to Dulcinea, "Good to have you along. Think you could carry up a few bits of timber for the window frames?" She canted her head up at the second floor, which was progressing wonderfully.
Sophie smiles at Saiyah. “It's good to see you again dear.”
Uriel looked at the gifts Tenebrae had giving him and could not help noticing that the ragged dress did not match his shoes.
Jaidin turned around and spied the building, an appreciative whistle leaving his lips. "Lookin' good." Without any knowledge whatsoever on how these strange stones would stay -up-, he figured best thing to do so far would just be get on the second floor and put them into position, at least. At Tenebrae's words, he let loose a short bit of laughter. With her scuttled off it for the moment, Traye made to quickly run up the ladder, so that now he stood on the second floor, looking around with confusion. He really had no idea. Wood, sure-- stone? Nope.
Miralande takes a moment to grab a beer, popping its top and taking a good swig before noting the new arrivals, Dulcinea is given a mischievous wink, Saiyah receives a warm smile and a wave, and the other, a puzzled look. After a moment she strode over to Jaidin/Traye and extended a hand, "Hello, I'm Miralande, not sure if we've met before."
Tenebrae snorted a laugh at the Vampire's expression. "No, Uriel. To make a sling with, silly."
Redhale meanders along the road, swaying slightly with each step to cause his robes and cloak so swing as they hang loosely. The lower part of his attire is allowed to trail through the debris and ash left of the tavern as he moves closer to those present, head turning to take in the scene, offering casual greetings where appropriate.
Saiyah blinked a few times, the rather enthusiastic calling of her name from the vampire had tore her attention from the construction off to her side. Slithering forward, she made sure not to snag her tail on any loose nails, boards, hammers and what ever else that might be about as she stopped somewhat away from Tene.
Tenebrae shouted, "Jaidin, pet... just stack the rock in as neat a fit as you can.. there's little hammer for cracking it to fit up there somewhere."
Dulcinea nodded again, pleased to be given something to do. "Of course, I'd be happy to!" Turning about, she paused as she saw the partially intact structure. "Woah baby." Not taking her eyes off the forming building, she watched various people climbing and shuffling around the area. "Ummmm...which wood do you want me to take?"
Tenebrae told Sophie, "Nope that's the old one... the new one has stone floor- but she could polish it?"
Saiyah eyed the frame and structure of the building- thinking it best for her too keep -off- of this one. Or at least make it stronger...
Jaidin smacked himself in the forehead appropriately-- of course! "Maybe I have had a little too much whisky, eh?" he called down to the vampiress, then set about the task appointed-- which now made far more sense when explained. He really isn't that smart. Finding a pile, Traye got a good grip on it-- glad he had on gloves-- and started to haul it toward a good spot to start building the wall. Next task: find the hammer.
Tenebrae headed to the sawhorse, where Harold was hard at work cutting frames and nailing them into shape. She'd sling a couple over her shoulders and trudge back to Dulci. "Here y'are, sweet. Those're for the front room."
Sophie ,now that the ground floor has been completed, sweeps the dust from the slabs and then begins polishing them.
Tenebrae caught sight of Redhale on the way back. "Ello, you..." The man was given a wave. "Look at my pub. Isn't it coming along a treat?"
Saiyah slowly lifts her arms and uses one to shield her face while the other waves about to catch Tenebrae's attention. She lifts and drop her shoulders before pointing to the framework and puts on a blank face- as if lost to what to do.
Sophie smiles at Saiyah, “You could help me polish these slabs if you'd like dear.”
Uriel climbs a latter and is awaiting the wood for the window frames.
Miralande shrugged her shoulders as the man scampered off to work, slugging back the rest of her beer she went back to her pile of wood and set too cutting it, Once the pile was gone she grabbed a stack and took it over to where it was needed. Once the stacks were all in place she nodded and called out to Tenebrae, "I need to head out darlin, Thanks for the gold, I'll stop by tomorrow and lend a hand too, till then, see ya."
Sophie said, "I'll just go get some more polish."
Sophie hands Saiyah a cloth.
Tenebrae gave Miralande a cheery wave. "Much appreciated!"
Saiyah holds the cloth..with a blank expression.
Uriel said to Tenebrae , "I am afraid I must be going as well, but I will return tomorrow to help also."
Sophie returns with some more tins of polish and another cloth.
Tenebrae gave the vampire a wave as well. "Nice to meet you, and thanks!"
Saiyah now had to choose, polish the slabs..or fit in some window frames. Well, she didn't know much about construction (other then the basics) and polishing slabs couldn't be no different from polishing weapons, right? So she'd go with that one.
Dulcinea gladly accepted the bits of lumber from the vampiress, hefting them in her slight arms, before making an awkward salute to Tene, followed by a grin. "Aye, aye!" Picking her way, carefully through the forming tavern, she found the ladder. Eyeing it somewhat dubiously, she glanced from it, upwards to the second floor, then to the cumbersome burden in her arms. "Um, no way." Leaning back, she called upwards. "Hellooo up there! I could use a hand!"
Uriel nods to Tenebrae "Likewise, glad I could help."
Sophie begins polishing the slabs once more, thinking that perhaps her next task would be to take over fitting the windows.
Tenebrae wasn't fussed much by who did what-- she'd take the frames herself, sliding them into place, tapping each with a small mallet to get the fit snug.
Redhale nodded in return to Tenebrae, planting his hands on his hips as he looked up at the building, "Aye, should be as great as ever, if not better, surely..." Despite his positive comments the man seems more interested in the people working, all bustling around and moving objects to put the tavern back together. As his head tracked someone moving past with their hands full he spoke again, his words probably meant for Tenebrae, "Did you get my note, or do I need a new messenger system?"
Jaidin finally found the hammer, aha! He then went back to where he'd left the pile of slabs, and stared. How thick did she want it? He figured that he would make it happen, somehow. With the whole pieces, in tact, he set up a row along the wall; just a row high, nothing else. He then would study it, and lean out over the building, tryin to catch a glimpse of any other wall up here-- or the thickness of a wall through the downstairs window. Mind, that part came after a long time of back-breaking work of hauling the stones into place, dragging and shoving them along the roof until his back broke out in sweat.
Sophie said to Saiyah, "Thanks for helping me, we will get in done much quicker now there are two of us."
Sophie notices Traye's puzzled expression and asks Harold if he might be able to advise the poor guy.
Tenebrae turned to Redhale, smacking her hand against her forehead in dismay at her own forgetfulness. Which was an unfortunate action, seeing as how she'd forgotten to remove the mallet from it first. Rubbing at the ensuing lump, she gave the man a wry grin. "Yes I did, pet. And gratefully accepted. I'll be handing you my donation in the next few days."
Saiyah nods before taking the rag in her hand and smears some of the polish from one of the tins onto it. Slowly she sets to work on bufffing it into the slabs.
Jaidin caught the shout from some gal down below. Traye stood at the edge of the roof to the first floor, and stared at her. "Uh... Climb far as ye can and I'll grab?"
Redhale bowed his head, "Good then, I do get worried about eager hunters taking my messengers out sometimes..." He turned to face the growing building again, "Though don't fret too much over it, I'd be happier by far to see this fine establishment up and running again than to have some extra clanking baggage to tuck away."
Sophie sees an opportunity to practise her healing skills, she hands Tenebrae some ointment for the nasty bruise on her forehead. ' Would you like me to bandage it for you dear?'
Tenebrae tugged his sleeve, and would bestow a brief peck on Redhale's cheek. "Thanks." She turned to the healer, the bump already receding. But she'd take a dab of ointment on it anyhow. "I'll be fine, dear, vampire and all.."
Sophie reassured that the injury isn't serious, leaves Tenebrae the ointment and goes back to help Saiyah finish off the polishing.
Dulcinea muttered something about vampires and super-strength before starting up the ladder. Her foot on the bottom rung, she gratefully heard the offer of help. "Oh yes, that would be lovely." Slowly making her way up, she got about half way before, stopping and starting to hand the timber up. "Right-o, Tene!" Grinning up at Jaidin, she continued passing up the timber. "Thanks."
Sophie realises that the remaining unpolished area of slabs is now too small to allow both of them to work there, she turns to Harold 'What do you think needs doing next sir?'
Redhale brought a hand up to wipe the smudge Tenebrae had left on his mask away, turning his head to face the ground before replying, "You're welcome... If you need anything from me simply call and I'll see if I can accommodate..." That said, he began to move off, giving the hard workers his praise before leaving the group behind him.
Jaidin got down on his belly with a grin; balanced thusly, the man leant most of his upper-half of his body down the ladder, so that he could try to take the timber. Perhaps it wasn't the best way to go about it, but the timber wasn't too heavy, if he took one or two piece at a time. "Easy now." While he liked heights just fine, the prospect of falling -head first- wasn't that lovely. So hopefully Dulcinea was comfortable standing around the middle of the ladder for a while, as Traye grabbed pieces at a time and lifted them up and set them beside him.
Sophie listens attentively as Harold explains how to use putty to fit panes of glass into the windows.
Sophie grabs the ladder to steady it and says to Jaidin ' I wouldn't lean out so far if I were you sir.'
Jaidin winks at Sophie-- an odd look, with only one eye visible-- and calls out, "Well that's what you're here for, innit?"
Sophie doesn't really want to have to heal any more injured builders.
Saiyah finishes up her 4th slab and shoves it aside, glancing to Sophie to check on her work.
Dulcinea settling more comfortably upon her perch, she cheerfully continued to pass the wood up to the man. "I was kinda worried for a few moments that I would have to climb all the way to the top and then try to get off the ladder with the wood. And of course, in my head, I fell off the ladder and landed on someone. With all the wood. And with my luck, it probably would've been Tene." Shaking her head, she nodded towards the vampiress, a soft laugh escaping her. "She doesn't know how lucky she was to escape such a fate."
Jaidin : Once the rest of the timber had been passed and he'd set it near him, he scuttled backward and then got to his knees, and then his feet. He listened to Dulcinea's words with a wide eye of his own, mouth agape slightly. "You... See that too?" Perhaps she didn't see such things, but merely imagined them; either way, Traye took it as his own, and then rushed, with a sheepish smile, to help her up the last rung of the ladder, assuming she was headed there.
Tenebrae trotted back into view, in time to hear Dulci's comment. "Well, for once it wouldn't be me falling down something?" She was really trying to be helpful. Harold pointed her toward the empty window frames.
Sophie begins to spread putty around one of the downstairs window frames, glancing at Harold every so often to check she is doing it properly.
Dulcinea allowed Jaidin to help her up the last few rungs to the second story, a moment of silence, before she would finally register his words. Steadying herself on the floor, she brushed her hands off on her skirt, before turning her full attention to the male, one eye brow raised in question. "Well, I see a lot of stuff. Mostly just about how my clumsiness could possibly make a situation dangerous. Why, do I look clumsy to you?"
Dulcinea said to Tenebrae, "Squashed like some flat-bread, you would've been."
Tene snickered, and returned her gaze to the empty windows. "Stained glass..."
Jaidin scratched at the back of his neck and grinned, still sheepish. "Er, no... but... No, miss, you don't." His cheeks flared pink, slightly, then. With a slight cough he eyed Tenebrae on ground-level, and then finally, Harold. Whenever the man had a chance, Traye would be waiting on the roof for the instructions on the thickness and so forth of the wall he's building.
Dulcinea said to Jaidin, "Well, that's good. Really, its bad business for a healer, if your patients run at the mere sight of you."
Tenebrae was still pondering window designs when Harold barrelled up the ladder like a short, balding ladder-climbing rhino and with a few words interspersed with a few choice ones told Jaidin what needed to be done; the slight taper of the walls as they rose, the correct angle for the roofing slabs. He smelled vaguely of last week's ale.
Jaidin snickered at Dulcinea's words, but remained unable to look at her. Then Harold came. Even Jaidin shrunk back at the smell of him-- and Jaidin smelled like whisky. "Och... Aye, sir, that's a good plan. I think I can do it. Er, I can." Yes-- if he was affirmative, hopefully Harold would go away without worry that the human didn't know what he was doing. So he moved to where he'd set the stone, finding that they only needed a few tweaks to work with the plan for it. Grabbing the hammer that he'd found quite some time ago, he set about creating the slight taper for this row of stones. Just a wee bit to shave off.
Sophie puts on some heavy gloves to avoid cutting herself then takes the wheelbarrow to fetch a pane of glass.
Dulcinea backed away, wide-eyed from the short, smell, bossy man who had stormed up the ladder. Really, he was a professional, wasn't he? Deciding not to draw attention to herself, for fear he'd breathe on her, she sidled towards the edge looking about for Tene. "Oy! Tene, what sort of chore do you want me to be trying this time?" Looking downwards, she finally realized where she was. "Oh boy...that's a long way down..." And she was -that- clumsy.
Tenebrae frowned at the unsteady lass. "Careful, pet. You don't look the type to sprout wings mid-air. Don't look down, you'll be fine..." She pointed to the inside of the tavern. "Any good with art?"
Sophie returns. 'There doesn't seem to be any glass yet. I'll help you fit it when it comes, Harold's explained to me how to do it.'
Tenebrae smiled at Sophie happily. "Thanks sweet. Now.. how are you at art?"
Sophie is tired after all her exertions, and decides to leave the building work for today.
Sophie said to Tenebrae, "Just at the moment I am worn out. I'll come back and help again though"
Tenebrae offered Sophie a beer, noting that the woman looked weary. "Thankyou so much for the help, you have my gratitude."
Sophie gratefully takes the offered beer, waves farewell to all those still working and trudges wearily off.
Jaidin grabs another stone, and hauls it, breathing laboured, on top of another stone. He leans on it slightly, as his other hand wipes at his forehead where the bandanna doesn't cover. "Damn," he mutters. Why did he help? With enough breath caught for another short burst, he then positions that piece and starts to slowly chip away at it, to make it look good.
Dulcinea leans further out, nearly losing her balance, but manages to right herself fairly quickly. "Eeep." Grabbing hold of a nearby piece of wall, she peered over the edge, as if she could see into the interior from there. "Art? Well, I have a steady enough hand...what is it you want me to do?"
Tenebrae nodded, and tossed a sheaf of parchment up, the stub of a builder's pencil plucked from behind Harold's grimy ear earlier to follow. "Sketch me a big-mouthed gargoyle, can you? I need it so a fire can be lit in its maw."
Dulcinea just manages to catch both items, a rather dismayed expression on herself. "A big-mouthed gargoyle you say? Is this for the inside or the outside of the tavern?"
Tenebrae grinned. "Inside. For the fireplace. But you gave me an idea just then..." She started walking the perimeter of the building, staring up at the corners.
Dulcinea cast a worried glance after the vampiress. "Oh dear." Lord and Lady, why did she ever open her mouth? A small smile quirking her lips, despite her conflicted feelings, she plopped down on the ledge, swinging her legs over the edge and staring at the parchment, thoughtful look upon her face. "I suppose you want it cheerfully gruesome, yes?"
Tenebrae said to Dulcinea, "Perfect." Then she wandered off around a corner, muttering something about orcs.
Jaidin thought no one was looking. Nor did he know anyone was still on the roof-- or even outside, for that matter. His shoulders moved, swaying back and forth with a pumping motion while rolling somewhat. His hands held before him, jackknifed back and forth. His hips made little movement, but did sway side to side slightly, cause of knees moving back and forth. Oh yes, Jaidin was raving-- likely to "Dragostea din tei"... Which if one were close enough, they would definitely hear being sang under his breath.