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ARDEN CHAIDYA
Posted: Jun 30 2011, 06:14 PM


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Arden had spent most of her life in Keita. Actually, she had never been out of Keita. So having left it recently, she was feeling a little off kilter. She was used to being surrounded by trees and living high above the ground… In fact, just living in a tree was what she was used to. The whole being in a building on the ground… Not something she was used to. If she had not already been in a foul mood, she would have been in one now. When she happened upon the Lion’s Head Tavern, well it seemed like as good a place to be as any other place.

As could be expected, it looked like any other tavern she had seen in her recent travels. It was loud, crowded, and not that clean. Everyone was involved in their own dealings and the only ones to glance her way, at least the only ones she noticed, were the ones who had underhanded dealings to worry about or to partake in. None of these people bothered her for the moment. Her first order of business was to get a drink.

Making her way to the bar was easier thought than done. The tables were a scattered and loose configuration that was probably reorganized on a daily basis depending on how the patrons felt. It closely resembled a maze and Arden felt that one deserved a prize if they could make it to the other side without tripping. Well, she made it to the other side and decided that maybe a prize was exaggerating it a little bit but still a little tricky crossing.

She managed to get the bar keep’s attention but the noise coming from around her made the bar keep just give her a questioning look. Her mouth moved but she may as well have been saying nothing. A slightly disgruntled look settled on her face as she raised her voice enough to be heard by those surrounding.

“I’ll just start off with some water,” was a sentence that caught a few looks.

“You will be buying something,” was the only statement from the bar keep.

A mug of water was set down but the bar keep didn’t let go of it, giving Arden a meaningful look. She muttered a few choice expletives as she dropped some coins on the counter and grabbed the mug. She turned to face the crowded room and chose a table at random because any tables with any advantage to sitting at them were already taken. She leaned over her mug and tried to look as uninviting as possible.

However, she probably could have chosen her seat more carefully than she did. It wasn’t but a few moments after sitting down that someone decided to trip over her table. Decided might have been the wrong word to use in this case but the only luck to come out the whole ordeal was that the mug was safely in Arden’s hand and not cascading to the floor. The fool who tripped… He wasn’t happy. While for a second it looked like his anger was going to be directed at the table, his gaze eventually landed on Arden.

“Now… Let’s just think about this for the moment.” Arden began to say as he started to come towards her but it was clearly evident that he wasn’t exactly sober and reasonable at the moment.


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"When the wagons leave the city / For the forest and futher on / Painted wagon of the morning / Dusty roads where they´ve gone / Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness / At the summer comin´ home / Foreing faces by the wayside / Look as if they hadn´t known / All the sad was in their eyes / And the desert that´s dry
In a country town / Where the map was found" -- Mountain
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SEBASTIAN FLORES
Posted: Jul 1 2011, 10:35 PM


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and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
so darkness I became...

”Watch where you’re going!”

Okay, so technically it was Sebastian who’d run into the drunkard rather than the other way around, but that was beside the point. Had the man not been lumbering mindlessly toward an Adhmaid woman seated at one of the small tables in the pub, then he certainly would have seen Sebastian making his way to the back of the building with the two over-full mugs, one in each hand, which he’d been so focused on not spilling that he’d rather forgotten that other individuals existed. Unfortunately, despite his complete dedication to reaching a table without spilling a drop, after the collision, it was certain that the tankards were no longer over-full. Nearly a quarter of the liquid from each mug had spilled down the front of Sebastian’s shirt, the mixture of the two liquids causing a strange sizzling and smoking reaction over the cloth.

He made a mental note not to ever purposefully mix the two drinks for consumption, not unless it was a concoction intended for an enemy, that is. He then slammed the mugs down on the woman’s table which, of course, only caused the liquids contained within them to slosh out further, which invoked a rather nasty glare from Sebastian, which he then directed at the man who, in his opinion, had caused the irritation in the first place.

”Do you honestly think that you can just barrel through a crowded room like that and for what? To accost this woman sitting peacefully on her own?”

A few ears had already pricked up in response to Sebastian’s accent as he spoke loudly over the din of the noisy pub, which seemed to grow ever quieter as more heads turned in their direction. It was a response that Sebastian had grown rather used to over the years in Riocht. Though he and his mother had travelled there when he was just a boy and he’d thought surely that more of their kind would appear here and there, their race was still an extreme minority in the vast kingdom.

He was often met with ignorance and fear, for he found that most Ardanians had a tendency to automatically assume that because he was Dorchan, he was a mage, an outlaw in the land who held no regard for the laws of their beloved kingdom. In truth, though he was old enough when they’d fled to still remember Noxstern, Sebastian mysteriously did not, and so Riocht was truly the only home he’d ever known. And as far as magic, though he was told that all members of his race were capable of it, he’d never personally been taught how to wield it and had, instead, been entirely discouraged by his mother from even making inquiries on the matter. Not that he mentioned that bit when some drunken thug was glowering at him. In such a case, it was rather wise to allow others to think that he could blow them to smithereens with a simple wave of his hand.

The possibility of what he was often was all he needed to defend himself in such a situation, though certainly a factor was just how much alcohol the other man had imbibed at that point. However, even if Sebastian’s race did not deter him, he was plenty capable of holding his own in a physical match if it came down to it and though, race aside, he may not have looked much like the type to have concealed weapons about him, woodworking tools were plenty sharp enough to do a great amount of damage, just the same as a regular knife.

”Now,” he crossed his arms over his chest, though he was careful not to allow the sizzling liquid touch his bare skin, ”apologise to the lady and then continue on your way; I think the whole room has had quite enough of you,” he managed to sound almost entirely nonchalant though, certainly, his heart was racing within his chest as he waited to see what his fate would be for being so bold as to speak out against such an obviously rash man.

notes: do let me know if I've thwarted any plans you had for the drunken thug and I'll be happy to edit <3 words: 687 tag: arden & open

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ARDEN CHAIDYA
Posted: Jul 2 2011, 01:40 AM


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Whether or not the drunkard was going to think over anything quickly became a moot point as someone ran into him. This was almost a good thing for Arden because she had no idea how to reason with someone who was pretty much past reasoning with. She had been getting ready to high tail it out of there if he had continued his rapid descent on her. As much as she believed she could quickly win a fight against him in a matter of seconds… Well, she just didn’t want to get into a fight on her first day there.

It almost looked like the drunk was going to forget all about her and focus all his rage on Sebastian until Sebastian brought the drunk’s attention back to her. Suddenly the drunk’s attention was split between the two. It was almost fascinating to watch as his thoughts slowly sloshed around in his head. Arden’s thoughts were that he was either really slow or amazingly drunk, maybe a combination of the two.

By this time, Arden was on her feet. In fact she had been on her feet as the smoke issued from Sebastian’s shirt. She had added another reason not to drink alcohol to her list. Anything that could produce that effect was not safe for consumption. Though, she did see one advantage to Sebastian’s choice of drinks at that moment. She tried to keep her face expressionless and moved very slowly as she set her own mug down on the table. If a fight could be avoided, wonderful! Otherwise, what could one do?

At the moment, Sebastian’s race was not a big problem to her; it probably never was to begin with. However, her thoughts matched his slightly. Maybe the big, bad, drunk guy would leave off because he didn’t want to tangle with a mage. If she remembered correctly, there were rules about magic not being permitted to be used in Riocht. Sebastian would probably be in more trouble for trying to defend himself with magic than for getting in a fight. A slight frown flickered across her face as she tried to remember if mages were even allowed within Riocht. This, however, was a line of inquiry for another time. The best time probably being when a fight didn't appear to be imminent. Hopefully, the brute before them wasn’t thinking along the same lines as she was.

Arden was holding her breath as she watched the drunk think over what had happened. He had given up on trying to figure it out, didn’t care, or was really just that stupid but something clicked. His eyes narrowed as a decision was reached and it wasn’t the decision that Sebastian or Arden had been hoping for. He wasn’t backing down. He had been offended. He wasn’t sure how, by what, or why but he was going to get back at someone for whatever had happened to him. That and he had an audience, as Sebastian was kind enough to point out to him.

Arden firmly believed the drunk would have smirked if he hadn’t decided to be righteously angry. He clearly thought he could easily clobber the two. A fleeting thought crossed Arden’s mind about how wonderful it is that alcohol could give you these delusions of grandeur. It was at this moment that the drunk finally began to react, all his effort was going to go into clobbering these two and that is all he knew at the moment.

“Duck!” She said to Sebastian as she lunged forward and grabbed both of the cups that Sebastian had brought with him and set on the table. She flung the contents at the drunk’s face and lunged backward to get out of arm’s length from him, pulling one of her daggers out. She was ready if the steaming brew didn’t stop him, though she doubted that he was stupid enough to continue as he had been but she wouldn’t put it past him. He hadn’t proven to be very smart yet. Arden glanced towards Sebastian to see how he was taking this and hoping she hadn’t got him with the drinks.

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"When the wagons leave the city / For the forest and futher on / Painted wagon of the morning / Dusty roads where they´ve gone / Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness / At the summer comin´ home / Foreing faces by the wayside / Look as if they hadn´t known / All the sad was in their eyes / And the desert that´s dry
In a country town / Where the map was found" -- Mountain
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SEBASTIAN FLORES
Posted: Jul 2 2011, 09:59 PM


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and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
so darkness I became...

Sebastian did not look terribly impressed with the fact that rather than back down and apologise like a true gentleman would have done, the lumbering fool instead rushed forward like a mad bull seeking revenge against a red cloak. The drunkard had been given every chance to redeem himself and yet, well, alcohol did dull the senses and impair decision making. Though, in truth, Sebastian was not entirely prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt; the man was probably an idiot even when he wasn’t sweating pure ale out of his pores.

He was not much more impressed by the woman suddenly shouting duck at him, as if he was just a dog to be ordered about and so he did what most people did when such an instruction was thrown at them; rather than actually duck, he took a step backward and asked, ”What for?”

Oh but what it was for was a horror as he watched, rather helplessly, as the woman snatched up his mugs to expel the liquids contained within them at the drunkard’s face. He wasn’t sure if he should be more offended that the woman had rudely taken possession of and then wasted what was his or that she had thought that tossing a bit of moisture on an angry fool was a better course of action to take rather than to use the mugs themselves for their blunt force. Oh, if only they’d had the chance to discuss a strategy beforehand, he surely would have made his points and perhaps saved his drinks in the process.

It was nearly a waste, after all, as one could see that despite the initial strange sizzling and smoking that the mixture of Dorchan whiskey and Ardanian ale had caused, it had not actually harmed his shirt in the slightest bit. Dorchan whiskey alone was a rather vile and volatile beverage, which Sebastian was not terribly fond of in the least. It seemed corrosive to him and burned the throat something terrible as it went down; though no physical effect it had could ever compare to the stench that emanated from the rotten liquid.

”Well done,” Sebastian huffed somewhat sarcastically, ”you’ve made him smell like Dorchan whiskey and I think you got a tiny bit in his eye, the sting of which might slow him down a tiny bit right before he murders us,” he sighed and reached into his side pocket for one of his woodworking tools to use as a weapon in case he needed to defend himself more thoroughly.

Of course, in all the commotion, he’d not noticed the two guards trudging in, not until one of them gruffly grunted in his ear, ”I wouldn’t if I was you, Dorchan,” and he felt the edge of a blade press slightly against his back. Sebastian sighed and put his hands up to show that he had no weapons unsheathed. The other guard, who had noticeably left his sword in its holster, was standing there with his hand lightly against the drunkard’s shoulder, holding him back in between him and the Adhmaid woman.

Typical. Accosted by a goon, his rightfully paid for drinks forming sizzling puddles on the floor, a woman actually holding a knife in a threatening manner and yet he was the villainous fiend that needed to be subdued with a sword threatening to sever his spine if he gave the guard the slightest reason to do so.

”I was defending the lady from your friend there, ask any one of...” he trailed off as other patrons of the pub here and there turned their heads away to avoid having to give him their support. ”Right, of course, now it’s not anyone’s business,” he sighed again and wondered if he had any clout left to get himself removed from the dungeons or if he’d have to bribe a few guards with coin in order to achieve such a goal in the very near future.

notes: again, happy to edit if need be <3 words: 661 tag: arden & open

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ARDEN CHAIDYA
Posted: Jul 3 2011, 02:15 PM


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Why was she here? Why wasn’t she safe back in Keita? How could things get worse? Arden tried to ignore the last question as it rolled through her mind; it just meant things were going to get worse. She now felt that she had seen enough the world, wanted to run back to Keita, hunker down, and never leave. Maybe Gregor, her guardian, would take her back and forgive her for storming off. It was understandable. Not everyone was hit with the fact that they had been living a lie for the entirety of their lives in one fell swoop. Were they? Anyway, who really needed to know their past? It was in the past after all.

Arden barely glanced at Sebastian as he spoke to her. The reason being mainly because the drunk had stopped for a few seconds but then, with eyes closed, had started to charge again with a roar, of course. This took all of her attention because he was barreling straight at her. She also had no reply for Sebastian. It had seemed like a good plan to her but the effects were not what she had anticipated. The smoking had been impressive; too bad it hadn’t been corrosive. That might have made things immensely easier. She could have been leaving by now.

Arden made ready to defend herself as the drunk charged toward her, only to charge into the hand of a guard. The guard stumbled a bit under the full weight of the drunk but was able to hold his footing. The drunk still had his eyes closed and had continued to try to move forward, only he had slowed a little as his mind slowly tried to piece together why he wasn’t moving. The guard holding him in place looked amused by this and continued to look amused until the drunk stopped moving and started swinging fists at the guard’s face. The drunk had figured out he had run into something, this something was probably something he could hit, so he was going to try to hit it. The guard looked worried for a moment and then smiled as he realized his arm was longer than the drunk’s arms and the drunk was effectively swinging at nothing but empty space. Arden hoped the guard would get his. For that matter, she hoped the drunk would get his too. This whole thing was beginning to get ludicrous.

Her attention swung over to Sebastian and his guard. What she saw didn’t exactly register as helpful in this situation. Sebastian looked like the villain with his hands in the air with the guard’s knife to his back. Arden sheathed her dagger and took a slow step towards Sebastian.

“Um… I think that’s a little extreme for the current situation.” She spoke to the guard, trying to get him to take the knife from Sebastian’s back. Sebastian, had after all, tried to help her. “He was trying to help me. In fact, I think he hasn’t done anything but talk so far. I threw the… uh… Whiskey. I think I’ve even caused trouble for my friend, who you have there. I ruined his night.” Oh what she would give to be able to flirt right now. She’d seen people do it, flirt and get out of trouble with guards. She wasn’t even going to try it though; it would probably just look like she was having a heart attack. She, however, would talk to the guard like he was about to jump off a building and she was trying to keep him from doing this.

It was about this time that things got a little more interesting. A loud noise came from behind Arden. She spun but had missed all the action by that time. However if she’d been in Sebastian and his guard’s position she would have saw what had happened instead of the end result. The guard with the drunk had been trying to keep the drunk away but the drunk was being bullheaded and continued to swing his arms in the general direction of the guard’s head. Then the drunk slowly opened his eyes, dropped his arms and blinked slowly a few times. The guard dropped his arms and stepped forward about to ask the drunk if he was okay, because clearly the Dorchan was to blame for all of this. At this moment, the drunk closed his eyes and fell forward. It was like a tree falling and the guard was in the way. He couldn’t get out of the way; he tried but ended up slipping on one of the puddles on the ground. The look of horror was comical on the guard’s face as he went down under the full weight of the drunk. The noise Arden had heard was a strangled exclamation from the guard as all the air was knocked out of him and the sound of the drunk hitting the ground. Everyone was very still. The other people in the bar had turned to look as Arden had looked, their interest drawn again to the spectacle. A couple seconds later, snoring could be heard.

Arden backed up, a look of surprise across her face. This look quickly disappeared as she brought her hands to her face to try to stifle a laugh. A glance to her right gave her a quick look at Sebastian and the standing guard.


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"When the wagons leave the city / For the forest and futher on / Painted wagon of the morning / Dusty roads where they´ve gone / Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness / At the summer comin´ home / Foreing faces by the wayside / Look as if they hadn´t known / All the sad was in their eyes / And the desert that´s dry
In a country town / Where the map was found" -- Mountain
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SEBASTIAN FLORES
Posted: Jul 12 2011, 08:55 PM


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and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
so darkness I became...

Sebastian sighed slightly as the Keitan girl tried to defend him by attempting to reason with the guard that held the knife to his back. She was obviously new to Riocht and had little experience with the city proper’s guards, as otherwise she would have thought it futile to even bother trying. Or perhaps, he mused, she had simply had different experiences with the guards than he had. The more he thought about it, in fact, it was rather likely that the same prejudices that he faced did not typically befall her. As a Dorchan, Sebastian was constantly justifying his mere presence on Riocht’s streets despite the fact that he was a legal citizen and proprietor in the city’s market.

”Ikhreh kharah,” Sebastian said under his breath in the Dorchan language of Rúisis. Though he knew little of his native tongue, he’d picked up most of the language’s swear words from his mother when he was growing up in Riocht. He regretted having uttered the words immediately as the drunkard suddenly passed out on top of the other guard and the still standing guard tensed up after seeing his comrade fall so suddenly. Sebastian figured he had about ten seconds before he was dragged away, so he’d better speak fast and make his defence as reasonable as possible.

”It’s as the lady says, I was trying to defend her and I got caught in the crossfire, I had nothing to do with that man who’s obviously drunk enough to...” as fast as he spoke, it wasn’t fast enough, not that it probably mattered much what he said, as the guard was not likely to have listened to a word of it even if a giant hadn’t just fallen on top of his friend.

”Still your tongue, Dorchan! What did you do to him? I heard you utter some evil mage spell that knocked that big oaf out! Don’t you dare say another word or I’ll gut you, mage!” The guard said as he pressed the blade ominously against Sebastian’s back and nervously glanced at his fellow guard who was trapped under the snoring drunkard, obviously worried that a similar fate was soon to befall him after tangling with a mage.

Sebastian didn’t dare to speak or even open his mouth again, lest he sigh in a way that made the guard think he was casting more evil spells. However, he very much conveyed with his eyes that the Keitan girl shouldn’t bother trying to help him again, as he saw no way out of his imminent trip to the dungeons.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been arrested for nothing and he was certain that it wouldn’t be the last. Just so long as he didn’t get gutted or beaten too badly in the process, he felt fairly confident that he could ultimately get himself released fairly easily. He may not have been a member of the upper nobility, but he was wealthy and had constructed the late king’s coffin. It was just a matter of convincing some greedy guard to trust him enough to let him owe him a debt to be released or at least allowed to speak to someone important enough in the castle.

He wondered if Nico, the man he’d been seeing, would notice his absence and if so, if he would be truly worried about him. He knew that he was quickly falling in love with the other man and he felt quite certain that Nico cared about him in return, but he was unsure of how deeply his feelings ran. Would he worry about him if he disappeared without notice or would he just assume that he’d had to leave suddenly on business? Sebastian was, after all, in the business of constructing coffins and people didn’t always give notice before they dropped dead and were in need of his wares.

Sure, he should have been worrying about how unpleasant the dungeons of Riocht could be but he couldn’t help but to rather worry about whether Nico would miss him or not. That seemed far more important, after all, so much so that he didn’t even wince as the guard clapped the iron shackles onto his wrists.

notes: again, so sorry for the wait! <3 words: 703 tag: arden & open

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Posted: Jul 13 2011, 06:32 PM


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Nothing is going to go well today. It appears as though the gods have decided to pick on us and have a little fun or maybe they have just decided to abandon us to our fates. Do they even exist? Arden had a very brief spiritual debate with herself but didn’t let it get too far. Nature was there to protect her and it was only her fault that she had decided to leave her home or the forests to try to live in a city. One should not debate why one was given the challenges they must face; especially if you were the one getting yourself into trouble.

One of the reasons she had come to the city had been to get away from the court. The intricacies of the court that she despised seemed to span all sorts of classes. They were just not as obvious in a casual encounter because she did not know to look for them. She completely missed Sebastian’s request for her to try to stop helping him. Much like the time she had not known the hundred meanings behind the way you hold your fan in court. She practically blundered into social quandaries all the time and sometimes she did not even realize it. This was probably going to be one of those times.

Arden kept silent as the guard went off on Sebastian. He seemed very prejudiced against the Dorchan. How knowledgeable was he about them though? She had understood the coincidence between Sebastian talking and the drunk falling over. Little things like that made her believe that the guard was more superstitious than anything else. She could try her theory out. The likelihood of it working was pretty slim, nothing she had done so far had worked yet.

“Are you going to help your friend there?” She asked the guard as he cuffed Sebastian. “I don’t believe he’ll be able to last long under that brute. If he doesn’t pass out from the way he smells…” Arden looked over at the guard under the drunk. His face was red and he couldn’t get any leverage to push the drunk off of him. He looked like he was about to pass out. He probably would soon be unconscious because she was not exaggerating about the way the drunk smelled. She had only caught a whiff previously but she wouldn’t be surprised if he could kill people with the way he smelled.

Sounding downright angry and upset, she continued to talk to the guard. “I don’t know what will happen to your friend. I honestly will not get any closer to that drunk than I have to. He was about to attack me before you two came in. I can watch the Dorchan for you.” She managed to make the word Dorchan sound like some kind of unfathomable poison. “Their spells don’t work on me. This amulet has been passed for years within my family and it dispels any magic cast in my direction. So while that brute was attacking me, I had no worry about him.” She briefly held out the necklace she wore and then just as quickly let it drop. She prayed that the guard was as uneducated as he was racist. “I can even take him in if you want. It’s the least I can do for your help. After all, nothing the Dorchan does will affect me but you on the other hand will have your hands full with your friend and I hope you will attend to that drunk there.” She grinned maliciously suddenly, “I hope you won’t mind if this Dorchang turns up a little worse for the wear.”

All Arden was thinking was Please let him buy it. Please let him buy it. Over and over as she tried her best to be cold, heartless, ruthless, and just plain callous towards the man she was still, against his wishes, trying to help.


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"When the wagons leave the city / For the forest and futher on / Painted wagon of the morning / Dusty roads where they´ve gone / Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness / At the summer comin´ home / Foreing faces by the wayside / Look as if they hadn´t known / All the sad was in their eyes / And the desert that´s dry
In a country town / Where the map was found" -- Mountain
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Posted: Jul 19 2011, 11:17 PM


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and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
so darkness I became...

Had Sebastian not been instructed not to speak or get a blade in his flesh, he would’ve informed the Adhmaid girl that part of the stench of the drunkard was the Dorchan whiskey that she’d tossed on him, as anyone who’d been near the stuff before knew that it smelled (and tasted) so foul that it was a wonder that anyone ever even attempted to drink it. However, since Sebastian rather liked for his spine to remain in one continuous piece, as it seemed that was rather vital to living, he kept his mouth closed on it and all other subjects. Instead, he tried his best to ignore the goings on around him and simply stood there quietly waiting to be hauled off to the castle dungeons. In truth, he really couldn’t care less about the squashed guard and whether he would die of the stench or not.

He couldn’t help but to pay attention again though when he heard the way the girl spat the word Dorchan out of her mouth as though she was suddenly disgusted by his presence as much as the guards had been. He’d always thought the citizens of Keita to be far more peaceful and understanding than that and far less judgemental than Ardanians ever were, but he considered that perhaps he’d been wrong if not about her race then at least the girl in particular.

He furrowed his brow, however, as the girl started going on about some amulet to protect her from his supposed evil magic, the likes of which he had never before heard of, though his mother had kept him sheltered from most things relating back to his heritage and especially regarding magic so for all he knew, she could be entirely serious. However, it seemed a bit farfetched if one really thought about it, especially since the necklace itself didn’t look very much like some impressive artefact of ultimate power.

The guard seemed vastly more impressed with it, however, as he took a step or two back from the girl, looking very much in awe of her. He shook his head though, quickly turning down her offer to take his prisoner, even as he let a concerned glance over at his fellow guard, who was quite red-faced and growing moreso with every second that passed. However, the wheezing gasp that the other man let out seemed to quickly change his mind as he rushed over to his side to start trying to push the massive drunkard off of him so that he could breathe again.

”Fine, fine, take the Dorchan, do whatever you want with him, just don’t let him curse anyone else!” he grunted with effort as he attempted to push the unconscious drunk over.

Sebastian sighed as he didn’t much look forward to being transferred to the custody of some apparently deranged woman who apparently wanted to use him for target practice or perhaps something even more devious. It was quite often when he left his shop that he longed to return to it and his coffin building, as few things in life pleased him as much as his work did. It was times like this, though, that made him wish that he never left his work at all.

notes: sorry for the wait! <3 feel free to bring Sebastian to the other side of the pub or out of the pub entirely. sorry I keep giving you dialogue-less posts :/ but Sebastian prefers not to die tongue.gif words: 542 tag: arden & open

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ARDEN CHAIDYA
Posted: Jul 20 2011, 11:58 PM


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Something had finally worked! She made her expression disdainful but inside she was ecstatic. If hunting stopped being a probable course of work for her maybe she would go into acting. She would go back to Keita before that happened. That required being in front of too many people and was not her choice of poison. Anyway, there was the possibility the guards were just horribly gullible, more specifically, this guard. She had no idea about the guard on the ground that seemed to have lost consciousness now. She judged that it was high time to leave.

Her smile was as malicious as possible, “I don’t think anyone will ever hear from this one again. If anything is left over… I’ll be sure to drop it off at the guard house.” She roughly grabbed the shackles and began to pull Sebastian, backwards, out of the Tavern. “Let’s go have some fun.” She snarled as people stared at their departure.

Arden would be so thankful when they were out of the building. She could not stand that many eyes on her. Being the center of attention was the last thing she wanted and she felt that her act, though as sincere as possible, was entirely see-through. She had no prejudice against Dorchan and acting like she did just made her feel sick. She wondered if anyone in the Tavern had guessed her true feelings. Were they all just as gullible as the guard or did they even care. They had their dinner and the show for the evening. For all she cared, they could start applauding as long as she was safely away with Sebastian.

Please… Oh… Please… Just a couple of more feet. She prayed. Her prayer was either heard or no one cared about them anymore. The guard was having a hard reviving his companion and seemed more in a panic over that, he’d started to enlist people to help him. Hopefully they would be occupied with that for awhile. She roughly opened the door, keeping up appearances. Once the door was closed behind them, her posture changed. No longer did her posture say she was sure of what she was doing. She glanced around and almost dashed to a nearby alley were they would not be seen easily by anyone passing by the road. The only thing that kept her from a full out run was that she was pulling Sebastian backwards and did not want him to fall over or to hurt him.

Safely concealed from curious eyes and random passers-by, Arden turned to inspect his shackles. Lock picking was not one of her talents. She did not carry the supplies but she had managed to free animals from those stupid traps that people with less talent than the Keitans had at hunting used. Why did people insist on creating ways to trap creatures? This was not going to be as simple as those hunter’s traps. The animals they hunted were not expected to know how to free themselves, but humans would. She dropped the shackles, making a disgusted sound. “Do you know how to pick a lock? Or break these? Or even slip your hands free? I’m no good at lock picking. Stupid, bloody guards. I should learn how to pick pocket or even how to pick locks. If I’m going to live in the city it might be a good thing to know.” She paused as if struck by a sudden though. “I’m sorry. Are you okay? I forgot to ask. I didn’t hurt you as I dragged you out of there, did I? I just wanted to get away from them.” She had no idea that her act had partially tricked Sebastian as well. She had no idea she had been so convincing. It was probably their only saving grace. If she had not convinced at least half of the patrons of the tavern, they probably would not have gotten out of the tavern.

((I hope this is okay. I got them out of the bar. smile.gif If not, I'll modify it.))


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In a country town / Where the map was found" -- Mountain
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SEBASTIAN FLORES
Posted: Sep 13 2011, 01:12 PM


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and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound but then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
so darkness I became...

Sebastian was usually completely calm and collected, no matter the situation. He was used to being a constant voice of reason, hardly ever allowing himself to become flustered as he thought through things before reacting. However, upon being dragged away and hearing that there would not be much left of him, well, everyone has their breaking point when panic manages to weasel its way into a situation.

”Wait, please, I didn’t cast anything on anyone, I swear it on my mother, I don’t even know how…” with the guard’s blade trained on him, Sebastian had kept perfectly still but upon being dragged away by a woman without visible weapons drawn, he began making a bit of an effort to squirm, attempting to work out just how much slack he could gain from her and whether or not he would be able to pull away entirely with any reasonable hope for escaping.

He had no idea that his earnest pleading might be taken by the Keitan girl as some form of playing along with her scheme and that she might not realise that his acting like he was truly concerned about what she meant to do to him was not truly an act. It was certain, at least, that they would discover each other’s true intentions soon enough, though perhaps not as immediately as Sebastian would have appreciated.

”Please, I can pay you if you’ll just return me safely to my shop,” it occurred to him that perhaps bringing someone that meant him harm to a shop where he made and sold coffins was not exactly the best course of action. ”Or to my home,” and perhaps showing her where he lived was not all that wise either, ”Or anywhere public with lots of witnesses,” surely that was the best option available, though all of them were preferable to being chopped up and served up as some Olcascrann demon’s supper or whatever horror the woman surely had in store for him. He didn’t find it particularly encouraging that she had instead dragged him into a dark alleyway.

”If you’ll just hear me out, I’m sure I can get you anything you wish. Even if I don’t have it or currently have access to it, I’m acquainted with Riocht’s eldest prince and I’m sure that I could have something worked out,” to be entirely honest, Sebastian wasn’t certain that Prince Ichabod would even remember him, as he was well aware that the heir apparent rarely bothered with getting to know the men that he bedded, though he hoped that perhaps the fact that Sebastian had constructed the king’s coffin would jog his memory just enough to get Sebastian out of trouble at least temporarily.

”No, I don’t know how to remove them, short of removing the hands,” he gulped, ”Not that I’m suggesting you do that…..I, really, anything you want…..wait, why do you care whether you’ve hurt me or not?” He paused for a moment as he gazed at her. ”Aren’t you going to use me for target practice or…” his cheeks flushed as he realised that she’d not actually meant him harm and that in his panic, he’d become just as gullible as the guards.

”And I’ve just realised that you didn’t mean any of it at all, did you?” he sighed and fidgeted uncomfortably, causing the shackles to rattle a bit.

”I’m fine, thank you, not injured at all…” regarding his physical self, anyway. His pride was certainly a different story, though he wished not to dwell on it any longer than necessary.

”And thank you for getting me out of there in one piece….I shouldn’t still be surprised by the level of ignorant hate that’s directed at me, but… it’s easy to forget when you don’t venture out much. I’m used to having individuals simply avoid my home and shop… I suppose I was looking for trouble by venturing out into public.” He sighed again as he certainly didn’t think that he deserved to have to be hidden from the general population simply for being what he was, but avoidance certainly seemed easier. After all, no one in the tavern at all had seemed fazed by the woman dragging him away while announcing her plans to do terrible things to him. Not a single person had stood in his defence, whether they agreed that he deserved such a fate or were simply too scared for their own sakes to speak up.

”I usually just pay for my release…I’ve never actually escaped before,” he held his tongue before expressing that it might’ve been a much better idea to have escaped before the iron shackles had been clamped down on his wrists. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, after all.

notes: so so sorry for the wait!!! words: 789 tag: arden & open

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