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 Yeah, I'm kind of lost, so what?, ZAMAN
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 2 2012, 01:32 PM


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“Shit” The words coursed from her blue chapped lips before she thought twice about it. The city was finally in view, finally She had spent months in the wild, mostly to enjoy it, but because she had gotten unfortunately turned around in her ride from her father. It was just months ago, or was it? That she left his comforting embrace and familiar prescience for the wild and the city. She almost wanted to stay out in the wild. The hunting, the feeling of being completely free was something that was comforting to her. The fur wrapped about her shoulders was testimony to her skills and ability. The wolf fur rested warmly against her cheek, and across her saddle the hide of a deer had often kept her ass and legs warm. But now she would have to leave that sense of self reliance and independence. Now she was going to have to fall back in line with the rest of the soldier brigade and listen to orders and what have you. Though she supposed it was about time, her sergeant would most likely have reported she died or something by now.

She sighed angrily, pulling the fur back around her cheeks. “Bloody fuckin’ swell aye? Back to civilization, though I’m sure you’d like that yeah? Warm mash and a warm stall with other beasties to keep ye company?” Rynne turned her head over her shoulder, nearly brushing nose to nose with the big brown stallion behind her. He snorted, his hot breath crossing her cheeks and ear. She grinned at him, reaching a hand up to brush his jaw and nose. His fur had grown long and thick, and his mane was an unruly tangle. She had tried to brush it, but the wind and the ice just made it a pain in the ass, so she had chopped it off a few times. It was growing back now, she felt bad for him. The thought of his lack of grooming brought her back to her own. She hadn’t bathed in weeks…which was…whatever to her, her hair was a rat’s rest of blonde and brown tangles, and her skin was dry and pallor. She had used as much snow as she could to keep that clean, but she wouldn’t mind a decent scrub.

A decent scrub. She laughed at that ridiculous thought. She was a soldier, they bathed when they had the bloody time. She supposed there was no reason to complain, a warm tub of water sounded pretty good to her chilled bones. “Alright boy, enough lolligagging aye? Best get ourselves in that cess pool of a city and make it known we ain’t dead.” She turned, hauling herself onto the saddle again and shivering lightly at the chill it rushed into her legs and groin. Yeah, a warm bath would be fantastic.

She spurred the horse forward, and the beast moved stiff legs into a slow canter. The snow wasn’t as deep as it had been in the wilds, oddly enough, though she supposed the trampling of people would pack it down nicely. What was an ocean of white flakes became an almost solid road, and eventually it was a road leading straight into the city. She cantered in, then slowed her stallion to a trot as she made her way into the streets. In reality, she had no idea where she was going. She hadn’t been here in years. In fact if she thought about it, she had been a very young girl when she came here on a trip in summer with her father. She was here briefly for training as a soldier, but that was cooped up into the barracks…which she couldn’t remember where they were.

She was screwed.

Her attention was back on the road when her stallion stopped abruptly and snorted, throwing his head into the air. “Waaatch it girly! That horse best watch his hooves.” An old woman was snarling at her from the road, clutching a basket of some goods. Rynne bristled. “Shut your crypt hole and move along.” She kicked her stallion again, making the horse shoulder past the woman angrily. If Rynne had mind to care, she would say she offended the woman, but she didn’t’ care so she kept going, not even looking back.

She wandered some time and eventually came to a market of sorts. She huffed angrily, lost. Dismounting from her horse she wrapped the reins about her wrist and pulled him along. For a while, she scoped out the goods, then her attention went to finding someone who would listen to her question about where she was or where the barracks were. Many ignored her, others waved her off. Within moments, her temper was flaring to a dangerous level. She turned suddenly and stopped in place, in the middle of a rather crowded thoroughfare. “All you bastard curs! Why won’t none of you tell me where I need to go!”
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 5 2012, 09:30 PM


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"And then the Tavern Wench said to the...Tavern Wench—wait, no. Said to the Tavern."

He wasn't telling this right.

The joke had gotten muddled somewhere along the way, lost in a bad telling by Yar Zaman Jaraei. His finger rose to make a point. Then he lowered it, his mouth twisting in concentration. He knew this joke. He'd told it a hundred time before. Maybe he needed more Ale. Zaman grabbed his flagon, downed more liquid than could actually get in his mouth, and wiped a dirty sleeve over his beard, catching only some of the pale ale that ran down the side of his face.

"Okay, so there's this Tavern Wench, right?"

There was a groan as the others buried their faces into their hands."Stop, please. No more. Mercy." One of them—the ugly one with the big nose—was reaching out to him, trying to smother Zaman's face with his dirty hands. He would have been successful too, if Zaman had managed to stay in his chair. As it was, he fell, crashing unceremoniously into the tavern floor. There he slept.

"Someone throw this one out," came a voice.

A minute later he was being held up by his armpits and escorted out. The ground met him again, this time in the shape of cobblestones and dirt. He lay there for a few seconds before finding the strength to push himself to his feet. There he swayed for a few drunken seconds, waiting for the world to come together all over again.

It took its sweet time.

When the world was normal again—or as normal as it could get for a drunk—Zaman stumbled along, not in uniform, but definitely still armed.

It was then he heard the voice. Bastard—she called him a bastard.

"Hey! I'm not a bastard!" he shouted, pointing at her, the woman with the horse, and the hair. "You are. Youuuuuuuuuu." And then he toppled over again, straight into mud and Tristella knows what else.
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 6 2012, 03:19 PM


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She hated this town and these people. After she had yelled in frustration a few stared at her angrily, some women looked appalled and some men looked disgusted. She glared back at them all and opened her mouth to shout back. Just as she was about to snap at all the staring faces someone shouted at her. Her jaw snapped shut as she turned in the direction of the shout and stared at the man who was pointing at her. How dare this guy shout at her, this stupid looking-shouting idiot! Her eyes narrowed at him and she moved to step forward, to confront him. She rose her hand at him, her finger like a dagger as it pointed in his direction and she took stalking steps in his direction, her mouth opened to reply.

He fell down.

She froze in place, dumbfounded for just a second. She stared at him, her mouth slack in awe. He had fallen over, after yelling at her. Though now that she thought through the situation, ignoring the haze of irritation she had been in…he was drunk. She dropped her hand and rolled her eyes, moving towards him. Her stallion followed her lazily, snorting in boredom. “Yeah, you an’ me both.” She reached the man face down on the ground, and looked him over carefully from a standing position.

The poor sot was in the mud. It couldn’t be just mud…there was a slush to the cushion he had fallen into. People’s feet trampled in that, and who knows what else it tracked this way. No doubt horses and cattle had taken a shit or two in that spot and spread it around. Let’s not mention that piss was also a likely combination to the water and other liquids that were in the road. Grimacing, Rynne knelt down to get a closer look at him. He was armed well enough, but she didn’t see anything distinguishing about him that would say if he was a soldier, a mercenary or just some fool who drank his mind into oblivion with a sword about him.

He must not’ve cared about getting robbed.

“Aro help me.” She pulled the man over from his face down position, rolling him onto his side. She used her gloves to wipe some of the dirt off his face. “Hey!” She slapped his cheeks a few times. “Shit…come’ere Boro.” Rynne turned to the horse and reached for his reins. He shook his head at her, throwing the reins into her grasp. She pulled the horse over, and tried to use him as an anchor to help her pull the man upright. She got him sitting and she knelt by him. “Hey you stupid fool! You’re in the middle of the street.”
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 8 2012, 07:18 AM


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He was having the best dream.

Galia was really naked—and she was really excited. She was clutching his face, telling him how awesome he was for having three names. Yar Zaman Jaraei.

She was so impressed.

But then she was slapping him...telling him he was a stupid fool, that he was...in the middle of the street?

Hazel eyes snapped open to see a different girl looking at him. Blinking away this new person, he tried to push her hands off him. “Hey, hey—stop that. No, I'm not for sale.” His words were a mumble—he was drunk, but he managed a small smile nonetheless. He rubbed one eye, looking at her through the other. Blond hair, dirty. Nice face though. Good bone structure and generally pleasing aesthetics. So you know: hot.

Maybe he should have waited before the whole 'im not for sale' thing...
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 8 2012, 12:41 PM


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His eyes snapped open, and hazel stared into hazel. Rynne scowled at him as he looked at her, and before she could slap him again to ensure he was awake, he was pushing her hands aside. He said something about not being for sale, and she sat back on her haunches, sighing from deep in her chest, coming out with a rumble of a growl. “Right, I’ll let everyone know.” She watched him for a moment, taking him in now that he was somewhat alert.

He was drunk, she figured that out. He was armed and he looked rather fit. A warrior of some type then, no doubt someone’s thug. Maybe. He didn’t have the classic thug look, and thugs didn’t pass out in the street drunk. He was rubbing his eyes, smearing the mud and dirt and Aro know what else around in swirls that painted his face in a disgustingly interesting way. Snorting, Rynne rose a brow at him, her lips a fine line as his quirked into something like a smirk."Let’s get your drunk hide up. You’re laying in piss and shit and Aro knows what else.” Rynne moved from her spot, standing and striding behind him where she could loop her arms under his armpits and tug him up.

Right, her 5’6” 120 something frame lifting his what…six foot…180 pounds? Right. She was a soldier and an archer, which gave her some strong arms, but she was tiny compared to him. He could probably throw her like a javelin if he wanted.

“Up you go.” She tugged, her boots sliding in the mud. Who knew why she was helping him, at the moment, she would say it was because he was the only man to actually say something to her. And he was drunk, maybe if she sobered him up he’d have information.
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 11 2012, 07:51 AM


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He grinned.

“Thank you.”

And then, for whatever reason, she wanted to be a Good Samaritan and help him to his feet. He almost wanted to tell her that he was okay lying around in this mud, but she seemed so insistent, that he didn't have it in him to break her little rabbit heart—which by the sound of her voice, she didn't have. More like an angry badger heart. Blond badger. Grrrr.

Bless her.

She slid her hands under his armpits and yanked. Zaman let his feet catch purchase in the mud, and after some pushing and grunting, he was on his feet again. Awesome. Just like his first time. “Okay, okay. I'm up.” He stumbled a little, but managed to remain upright. Then he shoved his dirty hand forward, his pale fingers caked in mud. “Hello—I'm Yar Zaman. I might be a little drunk, but shhhhhh.” He brought a finger to his lips and winked. He would have nudged her too, but she wasn't close enough.
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 11 2012, 01:36 PM


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Thank Aro he wasn’t drunk enough to cause her to fall on her own ass trying to haul his up. His feet caught purchase as hers began to slip more and she had to adjust her footing. As he rose, she pushed him upright, and eventually released him. He swayed, and she watched, expecting him to topple right back onto his ass, which if that had happened, she would’ve tied his feet to Boro and dragged him somewhere better than the middle of the street. Instead he remained upright, and he immediately shoved a very dirty hand out.

Yar Zaman? She looked down at his hand, before her own gloved one shot out and caught his. Her grip was firm, but not a vice. “Rynne Avante.” Was her curt reply, though he tried to be playful, and it fell on a mute face and a blank stare. He winked at her, and the skin under her eyes tensed just a fraction before she relaxed. He was drunk, she had to remember that, and boys who were drunk had ale eyes, they saw a tree as a sexy tavern vixen just begging for some hard thrusting.

“Y’know Yar Zaman, laying in mud, shit and piss isn’t really an attractive thing to do.” She glanced at her horse, taking the reins before looking at him again, settling into a relaxed stance. “But We’ll let it slide, since you’re not for sale. How bout we find somewhere to sit instead and you can help me out.”

Her tone didn’t really offer for a barter or a ‘no’ for that matter. She was speaking with an edge of command and order. She was a soldier after all, and he was a drunk idiot laying in the street.

At least he had a rather nice face under that mud.
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 24 2012, 09:57 PM


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He let a shrug roll through his shoulders.

Without wiping himself down—without doing anything really—he walked over to a low bench nearby: one of the dozen strewn around the marketplace overlooking the river. It was a nice enough spot, he reasoned, cobbled and clean. The air was nice around here and there were people milling about, families and the like.

He fell into onto the bench and slapped a hand down next to him.

“Come sit. Tell Uncle Zaman all your troubles.”

He shot her a grin.
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 28 2012, 02:36 AM


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He was efficient.

Rynne had meant ‘let’s find some place to sit’ to mean ‘lets get your drunk ass inside a building so you don’t make a fool of yourself in public anymore’. Instead, he took it literally. He walked a few steps away, and flopped himself like a dead fish on the bench that overlooked the river.

Rynne stared a moment, and he slapped the bench and gave her a grin. Then he called himself ‘Uncle Zaman’ and wanted to hear her troubles.

She kept staring at that stupid grin, and for a moment, she was speechless. Then she laughed, a barking sound. It was short and choppy, and ended quickly. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” Rynne rested a hand on her hip, the other holding Boro’s bridle. “You’re my trouble ‘uncle Zaman’ Why don’t we get you inside a warm building and sober you up huh?” Rynne approached him, and patted his leg firmly. “Or You can lead me to the Barracks so I can get some soldiers to figure out where your hole in the ground is and take you back there.”

This time she shot him a grin, her hand back on her hip. “Whadda’ya say…Uncle Zaman dear
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 29 2012, 07:29 AM


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Oh, feisty.

His grin sharpened to a fine point.

“Well okay—but we have a little problem.” Picking himself up, Zaman squeezed his thumb and forefinger together, squinting as he did so. When he dropped his hand, his smile was back. He wasn't an ugly man, but his smile took him a lot further than his stupid face could otherwise.

“And problem is...you're talking to a soldier right now.”
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 31 2012, 12:32 AM


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Rynne kept her rather venomous smile on her face as he stood. He said there was some little problem and she tilted her head to the site, her smile fading into something of controlled annoyance.

He was getting on her nerves, and his smile wasn't exactly smoothing her fur the right way.

Her eyes narrowed a little as he squinted and made a gesture with his hand, and when he said that she was talking to a soldier right now, she didn't react at first.

A soldier? He? was a soldier?

She laughed. This time it was an outright laughter, deep from her gut. It had a more pleasant sound than her barking one before. This was outright amusement, and she lifted a hand to her mouth for a moment before she settled herself down.

"My my, you must be one of the finest here! Excuse me Sir Uncle Zaman, my mistake."

Her sarcasm was dripping, but her smile remained, she didn't believe him one bit. "Well perhaps you can lead me to the Barracks then?"

This time her smile was a little more serious, her face more set and her tone solid.
Zaman Jaraei
Posted: May 31 2012, 03:21 AM


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Okay, so she was laughing.

At him.

“Hello, excuse me—It's my day off and I might as well be nursing heartbreak for all you know. Tragic, utter heartbreak.” Zaman wasn't actually nursing heartbreak, but he might as well be nursing something, because nursing sounded fun—and he was pretty sure all he'd nurse tomorrow was a hangover.

Also: feelings. For a certain someone—who was stupid and he hated her. But also he didn't and that was a problem and why couldn't everything just make sense.

But back to the present.

She wanted to go to the barracks.

“Well okay, but I take payment for my services—usually in the form of interpretative dance. But classical dance styles work too.”
Rynne Avante
Posted: May 31 2012, 05:29 AM


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Oh, she might have wounded his poor feelings. Rynne flashed him a grin, her teeth were rather white considering her shockingly grubby appearance. She looked rough around the edges, worn, and in sore need of a hot bath. Her hair was loose and wild, a tangle of a few unravelling braids and strands of hair that were clustered together frozen from snow and wind. But she had a...wild look about her that could pass for pretty....ish.

Nursing something? She chuckled. "Mmm, darlin' you're gunna be nursing a mighty hangover when you sober up." she gave his shoulder a pat. Rough, hard, non-lady like.

When he prompted he took payment for his services, she tilted her head a little, and rested her hand on her slightly curved hip. She was a woman after all, and though skinny as a twig and not exacty busty as a whore, she had a smooth solid curve to her body.

"Alright, you take me there in one piece and I'll give you any dance you want. Deal?" She reached a hand out for him to shake, a challenge in her hazel eyes.

He'd be too drunk to remember any of this in an hour anyway.
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