Something is Rotten in the State of Caervenfor . . . [IC Thread]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 01:21:15 AM

[ic=Miss Elsa]Elsa gives a half-hearted attempt at a slap, which is easily deflected. "Damn it! Why do you have an answer to everything?"[/ic]
[ic=Garcin Leblaque]"Oh, no, not hardly. I never returned downstairs."[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 01:27:36 AM

[ic]"Because your questions are comparatively easy." Jelma'c looks at her a moment before continuing, "I'm the first one to actually respond to your belligerence in kind, am I not?"[/ic]

[ic]"Garcin," Jelma'c says bluntly, "if I wished for you to be privy to the conversation, I would have conducted it in the hallway. Unless you doubt my intentions with Elsa, and consider yourself her chaperone..." Jelma'c does not finish the sentence, hoping he has made his point.[/ic]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 01:43:10 AM

[ic=Garcin Leblaque]"Oh, you mistake me. I was not listening to any particulars, nor have I the faintest clue of what you two were speaking. I merely heard raised voices and decided to ensure that nothing was amiss. As to my consideration of your intentions, I have known Master Eluf and Miss Elsa for some time now and have come to understand that he himself is quite protective of her and I myself have come to view her as a sort of a sister. I naturally . . . but I ramble. I do that far too often. . . "[/ic]
[ic=Miss Elsa]She cedes the point, though then turns away indignantly muttering that she should hardly call herself belligerent.[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 01:55:20 AM

[ic]"I meant no offense," Jelma'c says through the door, "But I think it may be best if you leave. I promise I will not let anything happen to her."[/ic]

[ic]"Come now, I am certain that you are a smart lady. I gathered from Eluf that this sort of thing is not an uncommon occurrence. Imagine what this must look like to those who do not take the time to know you. I wager that to them you are nothing more than a vengeful child who cries whenever she is unable to get her way. You are a beautiful lady Elsa," Jelma'c removes the devil-illusion, cleaning and brightening her visage, "do not destroy that beauty with vanity and cruel tricks."[/ic]

Wensleydale · March 10, 2007, 08:12:59 AM

[ic=Aldabrat]Aldabrat spits, and takes aim.[/ic]

[ooc][dice]1d20+8[/dice][/ooc]

[ic]The bullet slams into the knothole, barely making it, and Aldabrat mutters, reloading his pistol.

"Your round, shorty."[/ic]

Captain Obvious · March 10, 2007, 01:10:45 PM

[ooc] [dice]1d20+8[/dice] [/ooc]
[ic]"Let's try to make this quick. I believe i heard some commotion coming form inside."[/ic]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 03:10:20 PM

[ic=Miss Elsa]Elsa does not respond. She seems to be lost somewhere in herself. She seems, perhaps, a little bitter, but gives no evidence of debate. She sits turned away from you staring off at a point on the wall. Her arms wrap around her. She says nothing. Footsteps can be heard passing beyond the door. Elsa makes no response to them, and they soon die away. Finally Elsa speaks in a slightly hoarse voice "I should like to be alone awhile."[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 03:13:18 PM

[ic]Jelma'c nods silently and quietly exits the room. He then goes back downstairs to wait for his companions.[/ic]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 04:12:58 PM

[ic=Brew Master Eluf]"Master Jelly-mac or whatever your name is, how fares Elsa?"[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 04:15:46 PM

[ic=Jelma'c]"Gel-Mack, and she should be fine with a good night's uninterrupted sleep." [/ic]

Wensleydale · March 10, 2007, 07:32:16 PM

[ic=Aldabrat]"Shall we just call it a draw, split the costs, and go in and aid our companions?"[/ic]

[ooc]Bags on whatever form of ceiling-bound light source the tavern has. :P[/ooc]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 08:12:53 PM

[ooc]There is an iron chandelier.[/ooc]
[ic]The patrons remain cheerful, but are a little more quiet and reserved without Miss Elsa's presence. Without her or Garcin, they have largely retreated to private conversations, though still drunken. One inebreated guest has to be dragged up the stairs to his room. One or two looks slyly at Jelma'c as he enters. A few others look disapproving. Some take no notice, and others look simply impressed. Everyone looks drunk.[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 09:04:01 PM

[ic]Jelma'c ignores them all and orders another ale, nursing it in front of him for a long while without drinking.[/ic]

Seraph · March 10, 2007, 09:12:39 PM

[ic=Garcin Leblaque]"It grows icy cold in here. Come, let us for this last night ere I leave be more merry. It sickens me to leave the place in such a state. Come friends, let me hear of your battle at the bridge. I here there is great courage and heroism involved. Come, tell me the story and I shall tell you all one of my own."[/ic]

Stargate525 · March 10, 2007, 10:10:16 PM

[ic]"The war was raging all around us," Jelma'c began, "all of our friends were dead, only the five of us remained from our entire regiment. We were engaged with a dozen or so of their fiercest soldiers when we heard the king's trumpet..."[/ic]

[ooc]Jelma'c Continues in this vein, using poetic license perhaps a little heavy-handedly.[/ooc]

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