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The lamb elicited its last death bleat. It was not the first Jerial had heard today, and surely it would it be the last. He had found work for the day slaughtering lambs for the local butcher; the task was not invigorating, nor was it in any way rewarding, but he would keep some of the meat and a handful of Bishani for his labor. The butcher was a shrewd, harsh man, as most butchers tended to be, but intelligent enough. He was still a human though, and therefore could not be completely rid of his pigheadedness. Therefore, the disdain felt by Jerial towards this man was present, as it almost always was with humans. Lulling his brain into a rhythm, he wished to drift off into a daydream, one with the thrill of expending magic, with defying laws of Marn…and it would have to include the death of the butcher. Possibly in some indirect way, he surmised, finishing the thought mundanely, as if selecting a flower to surprise his current woman, a half-elf under the care of a maid at the Red Chalice. Again, he held the neck of a young, spry animal to the block, aware of but helpless to preclude the falling of the blade that would end its life. Jerial groaned as he felt the prickle of one of his least favorite voices slither its way into his thoughts, piercing the wall of his consciousness. This voice did not speak coherently. He hated it for its lack of intelligent conversation, a release provided by all other splinters of his mind. He fought to discard the moans, groans, and incoherent babble brought forth by the voice; he did so by reforming the daydream he had begun just minutes before.
He was standing in the middle of the alley, as Jerial’s mentor had done before committing the crime that brought him to his death. He faced another elf, this one not as handsome as he, but just as powerful. Jerial’s hands brimmed, even dripped with the magical energy he held in his hands. They stood in a stalemate. Neither could gain the advantage. The battle had lasted for hours, and even the Battlemages knew not to interfere. Seeking to surprise his opponent, he loosed one of the wild, yet somehow coherent, forms of magic at the pitiful excuse for a mage. The crafting struck the man square in the torso, lifting him off the ground and slamming him into a nearby building. The other mage, nearly dead and incoherent with rage, lashed back at him with his own magic. Jerial cast it aside nonchalantly, reveling in his victory as he struck down his opponent with adrenaline-laced glee. He would meet his God.
Did he believe in God? He supposed he believed in a single God, some of the only common ground with his ‘companions’, his resident voices. He had nothing much to be devoted to, and he supposed that God was such an intelligent being…he must have something to defer to…so he was subservient to Elohim...
Drifting out of his dream, he found that there was only one sheep remaining. All others had been slaughtered, though he had no recollection of doing so himself. Some curiosities in life would never be solved, and his time would be better devoted to things of a solvable nature. He examined his work, found it to be satisfactory, and sauntered inside to collect his pay from the butcher.
A voice said, Pathetic..., but Jerial ignored it, ashamed.
Daily Life of Nobody in Particular
Daily Life of Nobody in Particular
Last edited by Jerial on Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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It wasn't often Fayane had a day off, or even had extra bishani to spend. So when she went into the market she wasn't expecting to walk into the butcher shop, or to be eying the sausages and hams interestedly. She could hunt for her own meat, she didn't need to waste money on such frivolities such as pasteurized meat like beef and mutton. Her sharp nose caught the scent of fresh blood and smiled to herself, at least she knew it was fresh.
She'd left her hood and hair down for the day, though she now kept it safely draped over her back as she leaned cautiously over the meats, trying to decide whether or not she should still purchase any of the entirely over-priced meats or not.
She'd left her hood and hair down for the day, though she now kept it safely draped over her back as she leaned cautiously over the meats, trying to decide whether or not she should still purchase any of the entirely over-priced meats or not.
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Jerial had just picked up his staff and his bag to leave for the afternoon. He wondered if he should stroll around the town, or just continue home. Or, he thought, stopping himself on the way out, I could go the Chalice for the evening. A woman stepped in the front, interrupting his reverie. "Hello," Jerial mumbled quietly, not even knowing if she heard him. He directed his gaze at the dusty floor until the woman had her back turned, after which he studied her carefully. She walked gracefully through the commodities she was obviously not in want of. He found the woman to be quite attractive,at the least physically. Jerial also walked around the store, pretending to have a task to complete.
His perceptive eyes could tell that she was a shifter, try as she might to hide the ears of the vixen, or the peculiar look in her eye that betrayed her true nature. The woman turned, seemingly to leave. Their eyes made contact for a split second, then the woman, a puzzling face brushing across her before her eyes swept to the ground. Feeling curious about the woman, and more than likely acting completely against all sense and lacking proper manner, Jerial spoke to her. He spoke softly, dictating every syllable, as was his wont. "I do not think you are from around here, not originally anyway. I do not even know your name, and I am familiar with most residents of this place. Who are you?"
His perceptive eyes could tell that she was a shifter, try as she might to hide the ears of the vixen, or the peculiar look in her eye that betrayed her true nature. The woman turned, seemingly to leave. Their eyes made contact for a split second, then the woman, a puzzling face brushing across her before her eyes swept to the ground. Feeling curious about the woman, and more than likely acting completely against all sense and lacking proper manner, Jerial spoke to her. He spoke softly, dictating every syllable, as was his wont. "I do not think you are from around here, not originally anyway. I do not even know your name, and I am familiar with most residents of this place. Who are you?"
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Fay had heard the man, but chose to ignore him, simply hoping he'd go away as most had in the past when a response to their greeting was lacking. She was especially hopeful he'd leave as she'd been stupid enough to have her bloody ears shifted into those of a fox to hear if anyone was sneaking up on her. Having made enemies in the city while in the guard, Fayane had become something close to paranoid.
Seeing nothing and still hearing the sound of the stupid man's heartbeat behind her, Fay turned to leave, minorly upset at herself for being so damn stupid and frivolous. That was when their eyes met. Quickly she glanced down, though those silver eyes stayed in her mind's eye. Something about them... called to her. They were the eyes of a fellow predator, a highly intelligent one, one that could see her for her. Shook to the core from simply that glance, Fay nearly jumped out of her skin when the man addressed her. Chastising herself for being jumpy, Fay calmed herself and look up and into the man's silver eyes once more, forcing back a shiver as he seemed to peer into her soul.
"I am known as Fayane... and no, I am not of this town by birthright." She paused and quickly gave the man a once over. He was tall - much taller than she, though just as lean. His hair was as silver as her own, though much shorter in comparison, and she was not so foolish as to keep her weapons in the open. Clearly this man was not an assassin.
"While I am not so simple as to boast about knowing all within Marn, I shall admit your face is a new one... and I am within the city guard. Who are you, sir, and what is your purpose within Marn?" Hoping she'd just scared off a thug or a rouge mage, Fay crossed her arms over he waist as though she were in disapproval. In all reality, her hands rested on the pommels of her daggers should this man prove to be a more... violent... civilian.
Seeing nothing and still hearing the sound of the stupid man's heartbeat behind her, Fay turned to leave, minorly upset at herself for being so damn stupid and frivolous. That was when their eyes met. Quickly she glanced down, though those silver eyes stayed in her mind's eye. Something about them... called to her. They were the eyes of a fellow predator, a highly intelligent one, one that could see her for her. Shook to the core from simply that glance, Fay nearly jumped out of her skin when the man addressed her. Chastising herself for being jumpy, Fay calmed herself and look up and into the man's silver eyes once more, forcing back a shiver as he seemed to peer into her soul.
"I am known as Fayane... and no, I am not of this town by birthright." She paused and quickly gave the man a once over. He was tall - much taller than she, though just as lean. His hair was as silver as her own, though much shorter in comparison, and she was not so foolish as to keep her weapons in the open. Clearly this man was not an assassin.
"While I am not so simple as to boast about knowing all within Marn, I shall admit your face is a new one... and I am within the city guard. Who are you, sir, and what is your purpose within Marn?" Hoping she'd just scared off a thug or a rouge mage, Fay crossed her arms over he waist as though she were in disapproval. In all reality, her hands rested on the pommels of her daggers should this man prove to be a more... violent... civilian.
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Jerial was slightly struck by her words, but chose not to display them. His face remained as stony and pensive as before. He could not have thought that she could be within the guard; some of the half-elven within the ranks of the Battlemages had met him on occasion, and this had brought him into contact with the city guard multiple times. He had not seen this woman before. The thought made her even more exotically desirable.
Matching her tone, which was almost a whisper, he replied. "I am Jerial Malkyralas, and I have resided in this place only a few months. I have no distinct purpose here, but have wandered from Darleone. I have met few men that I respect, and most of them are here, so my interests are here also.
"I am leaving for the village tonight, to meet someone. Would you like to accompany me?" This last bit poured out of his mouth before he could think it through, and immediately regretted saying anything to the woman Fayane.
Matching her tone, which was almost a whisper, he replied. "I am Jerial Malkyralas, and I have resided in this place only a few months. I have no distinct purpose here, but have wandered from Darleone. I have met few men that I respect, and most of them are here, so my interests are here also.
"I am leaving for the village tonight, to meet someone. Would you like to accompany me?" This last bit poured out of his mouth before he could think it through, and immediately regretted saying anything to the woman Fayane.
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Fay was, to say the least, baffled and confused by the seemingly irritated man before her. His face was stoney, his gaze pensive, everything in his body language told her he wanted nothing to do with her. But then... why on earth was he asking her to accompany him to Shim? Confusion flitted across her face before she clued in - he needed protection! Fay smiled slightly as she began to understand. The man needed a guard to keep him safe from the person he was meeting!
"I would be happy to accompany you to Shim, Master Malkyralas. Would you prefer I stay visible or hidden? I wouldn't wish to... aggravate the person you are meeting with and endanger your well-being." Fay hoped that this was what he wanted - but what else could he want? After all she was a guard and few wished to interact with a guard unless absolutely necessary. Not that she wanted the day off anyways... this much much better then cleaning and sharpening her blades... again.
"I would be happy to accompany you to Shim, Master Malkyralas. Would you prefer I stay visible or hidden? I wouldn't wish to... aggravate the person you are meeting with and endanger your well-being." Fay hoped that this was what he wanted - but what else could he want? After all she was a guard and few wished to interact with a guard unless absolutely necessary. Not that she wanted the day off anyways... this much much better then cleaning and sharpening her blades... again.
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'Twas a good choice, to ask her to accompany you, said one of the voices that, as Jerial had started to notice, was quite paranoid. Jerial knew he needed no protection where he was going, but he had heard stories of thieves in the forest recently; the voice was probably correct on most counts. "Please, stay with me, there is no immediate danger."
Idiot, don't make this up, you are setting yourself up for failure.
I don't even know what you want me to do, Jerial responded, and promptly ignored the voice.
Jerial, seeing the demeanor of the woman change to one of impatience, picked up his staff, raised his hood, and, without waiting to see if she was following, walked out into the evening streets. Several times he considered looking back, but he could not bear to look like he was dependent.
As he walked out the door, a sudden need, an intense withdrawal, washed over him. The urge to use magic was extremely strong, and he could not deny it for long. The thought covered his entire mind like a soaking wet blanket, thick with longing. His vision blurred, and he hoped the woman behind him did not notice his bending over slightly, his uncontrollable response to the negative stimulus wreaking havoc in his brain.
He shook his head imperceptibly, and, trembling, continued walking mere seconds after stopping.
Idiot, don't make this up, you are setting yourself up for failure.
I don't even know what you want me to do, Jerial responded, and promptly ignored the voice.
Jerial, seeing the demeanor of the woman change to one of impatience, picked up his staff, raised his hood, and, without waiting to see if she was following, walked out into the evening streets. Several times he considered looking back, but he could not bear to look like he was dependent.
As he walked out the door, a sudden need, an intense withdrawal, washed over him. The urge to use magic was extremely strong, and he could not deny it for long. The thought covered his entire mind like a soaking wet blanket, thick with longing. His vision blurred, and he hoped the woman behind him did not notice his bending over slightly, his uncontrollable response to the negative stimulus wreaking havoc in his brain.
He shook his head imperceptibly, and, trembling, continued walking mere seconds after stopping.
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Fay nodded in response to his request and patiently stood by, waiting for him to lead. When he didn't move immediately, but rather scowled off into the distance, Fay shifted slightly. She was a patient creature by nature, though today seemed like an off day. She wanted to move and this man was odd...
He snapped back to reality and moved away, drawing a tattered hood over his head as he did. Fay followed silently, obediently, even as she drew her own hood up over her head; her silken hair falling down her front now. She noticed, after a small amount of time, his hunched posture. When he stopped, she did as well, her sharp nose picking up light scents of anxiety. Odd... she thought, watching him shake his head and move, though with less grace then before. I wonder what is troubling him..
Deciding to shrug it off - he was only a temporary charge after all - Fay simply followed him silently, slightly annoyed with herself for not thinking of bringing her guards armor. Although Jerial said there would be no immediate danger, Fay's mild (and growing) paranoia told her she'd likely die for her mistake. Father would have agreed... Changers, Father would have beaten me for not bringing it... She thought to herself, mentally wincing at the memories. Perhaps I've gotten shoddy...
He snapped back to reality and moved away, drawing a tattered hood over his head as he did. Fay followed silently, obediently, even as she drew her own hood up over her head; her silken hair falling down her front now. She noticed, after a small amount of time, his hunched posture. When he stopped, she did as well, her sharp nose picking up light scents of anxiety. Odd... she thought, watching him shake his head and move, though with less grace then before. I wonder what is troubling him..
Deciding to shrug it off - he was only a temporary charge after all - Fay simply followed him silently, slightly annoyed with herself for not thinking of bringing her guards armor. Although Jerial said there would be no immediate danger, Fay's mild (and growing) paranoia told her she'd likely die for her mistake. Father would have agreed... Changers, Father would have beaten me for not bringing it... She thought to herself, mentally wincing at the memories. Perhaps I've gotten shoddy...
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The woods were not quite silent as Jerial passed through them, which was pleasing to him; he hated silence. He and the woman had spoken sparingly on the journey. Their topics of conversation had ranged from, at first, basic threads of nothing of any consequence, to more involved subjects, such as personal histories and such. Neither wished to reveal much, but talking helped to pass the time, and to keep the bothersome voices from overriding Jerial's thoughts. The elf had already informed his companion of his condition. The woman had shown no outward signs of disdain, but none of concern either. She was emotionless until conversation reached the death of her mother, which she had only put forth after Jerial had related the tale of his own mother's death, as a connection to the story of his childhood with his 'father'. After that, she had opened up, if only a small amount.
Although, I don't show much emotion in nearly any situation, much the same...she has the right to be closed off.
Jerial could tell there was something on her mind, making her angry, impatient, even standoffish. He, as always, had the instinctive thought that it was his fault. He ignored the thought, even when it lingered in his mind. The forest was silent now as he approached the edge; the Red Chalice came into sight, the remaining twilight casting a shifty, uneasy light on the inn.
Although, I don't show much emotion in nearly any situation, much the same...she has the right to be closed off.
Jerial could tell there was something on her mind, making her angry, impatient, even standoffish. He, as always, had the instinctive thought that it was his fault. He ignored the thought, even when it lingered in his mind. The forest was silent now as he approached the edge; the Red Chalice came into sight, the remaining twilight casting a shifty, uneasy light on the inn.
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Fay, besides the conversations she and Jerial shared, had been silent... though now more so than ever. He shared many of the same burdens as she, though Fay didn't have the voices that spoke to her. This, oddly enough, hadn't bothered her. Actually she didn't even consider to be bothered; and why should she? It wasn't as though she was without her own share of oddities.
She continued to follow Jerial, trying to understand the emotions running through her. Never before had she had someone who understood so well, had even come close to sharing similar experiences with her. Now, here was this man before her, seemingly identical to her in many ways, walking as casual as can be. Wasn't he excited to have someone that understood? That knew him almost as well as he knew himself? Why was he so stoney? So cold? Did he hate her? Fay gnawed her bottom lip in mild agitation and worry. Maybe she'd upset him? Mournful eyes searched his back for clues before casting down one more to watch her feet pad silently through the forest underbrush.
She saw the Red Chalice, outlined by shadows caused by the twilight sun, and decided it would be best to fix whatever issue she had caused.
"Jerial?" She paused when he did, a slight turn of his head an indication that he was listening. "I apologize for anything I may have done to offend or upset you. I am not educated well in the ways of conversation as I was raised in these very woods. I do not remain silent as a form of a... ice shoulder I believe it is called, but rather to prevent... misunderstandings." Fay managed to get out, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She really wasn't comfortable with coming out with her feelings like this, but it had to be done... at least in her mind it did. Better to travel with a happy companion than a spiteful one, or so she's found.
She continued to follow Jerial, trying to understand the emotions running through her. Never before had she had someone who understood so well, had even come close to sharing similar experiences with her. Now, here was this man before her, seemingly identical to her in many ways, walking as casual as can be. Wasn't he excited to have someone that understood? That knew him almost as well as he knew himself? Why was he so stoney? So cold? Did he hate her? Fay gnawed her bottom lip in mild agitation and worry. Maybe she'd upset him? Mournful eyes searched his back for clues before casting down one more to watch her feet pad silently through the forest underbrush.
She saw the Red Chalice, outlined by shadows caused by the twilight sun, and decided it would be best to fix whatever issue she had caused.
"Jerial?" She paused when he did, a slight turn of his head an indication that he was listening. "I apologize for anything I may have done to offend or upset you. I am not educated well in the ways of conversation as I was raised in these very woods. I do not remain silent as a form of a... ice shoulder I believe it is called, but rather to prevent... misunderstandings." Fay managed to get out, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She really wasn't comfortable with coming out with her feelings like this, but it had to be done... at least in her mind it did. Better to travel with a happy companion than a spiteful one, or so she's found.
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Idiot.
Shut up.
You're an idiot. She has been interested in you from the start!
Shut up.
What is wrong with you? We share this body, I've seen how much you neglect all your emotion.
Shut up! You know I'm afraid...
If you hadn't been such an IDIOT, you could have won her over!
You know that she, more than likely, has other suitors less of an idiot, as you seem so fond of calling me, and that she has more than likely taken quite a liking to. She probably doesn't even know! It's just a job to her.
You share so much in common. Come on, just one hint.
No. I can't. You paralyze me.
I'm not, it's probably some other idiot floating around in your idiot brain.
Umm, what is your fascination with 'idiot'? And, as you may forget, you float around in my brain too. Now shut up.
One hint...
Jerial hated these conversations with the voice he knew had an obsession with women, but, as Jerial himself controlled his own body, the voice could not manifest any desires, only try to goad Jerial into being a romantic, which Jerial was at heart, but he sensed somehow that the other woman would reject his advances anyway. The woman obviously thought that they shared much in common, but there were simply too many variables, not enough chance of success to try.
One hint. It echoed in his mind.
As the pair approached the Red Chalice, Fayane finished a phrase that he had not listened to, but a fragment had, giving him the information at the speed of thought. Jerial shot her a glance with a small smile, barely perceptible if you could not see his eyes augmenting it. As before, their eyes locked. And as before, Jerial felt like the idiot his mind told him he was...
Coinciding with his glance, he said,
"As to your previous comment, you have done nothing to displease me. I believe the problem lies in me, though I would not know what that is. I have had bad experiences tied to emotion, and it seems I cut myself off from it when I open myself up to those experiences, such as the ones I have shared with you. I am the one who shall apologize, and I truly mean it. I meant not to cause you distress; on the contrary, I rather enjoy your company."
Idiot.
Could you do better?
Shut up.
You're an idiot. She has been interested in you from the start!
Shut up.
What is wrong with you? We share this body, I've seen how much you neglect all your emotion.
Shut up! You know I'm afraid...
If you hadn't been such an IDIOT, you could have won her over!
You know that she, more than likely, has other suitors less of an idiot, as you seem so fond of calling me, and that she has more than likely taken quite a liking to. She probably doesn't even know! It's just a job to her.
You share so much in common. Come on, just one hint.
No. I can't. You paralyze me.
I'm not, it's probably some other idiot floating around in your idiot brain.
Umm, what is your fascination with 'idiot'? And, as you may forget, you float around in my brain too. Now shut up.
One hint...
Jerial hated these conversations with the voice he knew had an obsession with women, but, as Jerial himself controlled his own body, the voice could not manifest any desires, only try to goad Jerial into being a romantic, which Jerial was at heart, but he sensed somehow that the other woman would reject his advances anyway. The woman obviously thought that they shared much in common, but there were simply too many variables, not enough chance of success to try.
One hint. It echoed in his mind.
As the pair approached the Red Chalice, Fayane finished a phrase that he had not listened to, but a fragment had, giving him the information at the speed of thought. Jerial shot her a glance with a small smile, barely perceptible if you could not see his eyes augmenting it. As before, their eyes locked. And as before, Jerial felt like the idiot his mind told him he was...
Coinciding with his glance, he said,
"As to your previous comment, you have done nothing to displease me. I believe the problem lies in me, though I would not know what that is. I have had bad experiences tied to emotion, and it seems I cut myself off from it when I open myself up to those experiences, such as the ones I have shared with you. I am the one who shall apologize, and I truly mean it. I meant not to cause you distress; on the contrary, I rather enjoy your company."
Idiot.
Could you do better?
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He met her gaze and smiled with his eyes - something Fay would have missed if not for her sharp eyes; and once again she was caught and frozen by his eyes, barely catching what he said.
"As to your previous comment, you have done nothing to displease me. I believe the problem lies in me, though I would not know what that is. I have had bad experiences tied to emotion, and it seems I cut myself off from it when I open myself up to those experiences, such as the ones I have shared with you. I am the one who shall apologize, and I truly mean it. I meant not to cause you distress; on the contrary, I rather enjoy your company."
He...he enjoyed her company? Either he was lying or truly insane... Either way Fay decided that maybe, even if only for once, she'd enjoy the crazy fantasy that maybe (just maybe) she really was undesirable as others seemed to think.
She smiled back, and moved forward slightly faster to move between him and the Red Chalice, hesitantly squeezing his arm in reassurance as she passed him.
"Worry not, my friend, for once more we seem to share something alike. Few desire my company so I thank you for your statement. I, also, enjoy your company... enough so that I would ask you remain behind me should any hostiles be expecting you at the Chalice... I would not like to see you harmed." Fay said simply as she moved for the door and stepped into the building before Jerial could protest or comment.
When she stepped past the threshold of the Red Chalice, a switch clicked within her. Details were sharper, heartbeats obvious, everything had her on high alert. Her ears moved, unseen, beneath her hood to catch the sound of Jerial following her. She didn't see anyone in particularly aggressive... though that didn't ease Fay's paranoia.
"As to your previous comment, you have done nothing to displease me. I believe the problem lies in me, though I would not know what that is. I have had bad experiences tied to emotion, and it seems I cut myself off from it when I open myself up to those experiences, such as the ones I have shared with you. I am the one who shall apologize, and I truly mean it. I meant not to cause you distress; on the contrary, I rather enjoy your company."
He...he enjoyed her company? Either he was lying or truly insane... Either way Fay decided that maybe, even if only for once, she'd enjoy the crazy fantasy that maybe (just maybe) she really was undesirable as others seemed to think.
She smiled back, and moved forward slightly faster to move between him and the Red Chalice, hesitantly squeezing his arm in reassurance as she passed him.
"Worry not, my friend, for once more we seem to share something alike. Few desire my company so I thank you for your statement. I, also, enjoy your company... enough so that I would ask you remain behind me should any hostiles be expecting you at the Chalice... I would not like to see you harmed." Fay said simply as she moved for the door and stepped into the building before Jerial could protest or comment.
When she stepped past the threshold of the Red Chalice, a switch clicked within her. Details were sharper, heartbeats obvious, everything had her on high alert. Her ears moved, unseen, beneath her hood to catch the sound of Jerial following her. She didn't see anyone in particularly aggressive... though that didn't ease Fay's paranoia.
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Jerial could tell that the woman was sensing something he didn't, given that she stopped suddenly, not moving, her fox ears twitching. Her eyes were unfocused. Then, just as he noticed her surprise, he also sensed something wrong in the inn. All seemed normal. His half-elven 'love interest', as his primary voices called it, was working at the bar alongside the usual barmaid. Out of corners of his eyes, almost at the same instant he saw a man jerk away from a table and Fayane jerking to run after him. He ran to a wall and ran full into a corner, where the boards were creaking and loose, his shoulder down to take the blow. The boards gave way under his weight, and he stumbled out of the inn.
Through this, men and women from tables leaped up and began to run out of the front of the inn; as always, there were some too drunk or stubborn to care. However, there would be no service for them, as the barmaid and the half-elf had fled to the back of the inn, where the patrons did not enter. Jerial headed there now.
The half-elf expected him to come, it seemed. She was relieved to see him, and threw her arms around him with abandon, panting with panic. Jerial quickly explained to her that the disturbance was his concern, to stay in the back room. He swiftly left the room to run through the breach in the wall.
Fayane had followed the brigand out to the side of the Chalice; it seemed the former had dropped something wrapped in a cloth, and had turned to defend it. He saw the man, gruff and lean, wore black clothing and held a small sword in his hand. His staff instantly, at the command of his mind, and with a blast of light and heat, shifted into his own sword, taking a place left and to the front of Fayane, his sword arm angled toward the staring man deadlocked with his guard.
Through this, men and women from tables leaped up and began to run out of the front of the inn; as always, there were some too drunk or stubborn to care. However, there would be no service for them, as the barmaid and the half-elf had fled to the back of the inn, where the patrons did not enter. Jerial headed there now.
The half-elf expected him to come, it seemed. She was relieved to see him, and threw her arms around him with abandon, panting with panic. Jerial quickly explained to her that the disturbance was his concern, to stay in the back room. He swiftly left the room to run through the breach in the wall.
Fayane had followed the brigand out to the side of the Chalice; it seemed the former had dropped something wrapped in a cloth, and had turned to defend it. He saw the man, gruff and lean, wore black clothing and held a small sword in his hand. His staff instantly, at the command of his mind, and with a blast of light and heat, shifted into his own sword, taking a place left and to the front of Fayane, his sword arm angled toward the staring man deadlocked with his guard.
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That smell... no that STENCH! Memories flashed before her eyes, one after another.
She was coming home from gathering roots for dinner when she found her father sobbing over the bloody corpse of her mother. The cottage had been ransacked but suddenly that didn't matter. She and her Father hunted those men, their disgusting stench burning its way through her nose and imprinting on her mind. They. Would. Pay.
She snarled and launched after the man who now ran, not caring about the item that fell from him or that Jerial didn't follow her. Years of hatred rose to the surface of her mind and coated everything she saw in red. The man faced her off, seemingly stupid in Fay's mind, and Jerial soon moved in front of her. Idiot.
"You. You killed my mother you son of a bitch." Fay hissed, choosing to ignore Jerial for the moment. The mans eyes widened a moment before narrowing.
"I dunna what'cha mean girlie." He growled, but Fay payed his words no heed.
"I smell it on you. That stench you disgusting maggot. I'll never forget it." She stalked forward, not seeing the woman come out from the inn or heard her yell out the man's name and the plea for her to stop. All she saw was her mothers dead corpse before her and the blood on this man's hands.
She was coming home from gathering roots for dinner when she found her father sobbing over the bloody corpse of her mother. The cottage had been ransacked but suddenly that didn't matter. She and her Father hunted those men, their disgusting stench burning its way through her nose and imprinting on her mind. They. Would. Pay.
She snarled and launched after the man who now ran, not caring about the item that fell from him or that Jerial didn't follow her. Years of hatred rose to the surface of her mind and coated everything she saw in red. The man faced her off, seemingly stupid in Fay's mind, and Jerial soon moved in front of her. Idiot.
"You. You killed my mother you son of a bitch." Fay hissed, choosing to ignore Jerial for the moment. The mans eyes widened a moment before narrowing.
"I dunna what'cha mean girlie." He growled, but Fay payed his words no heed.
"I smell it on you. That stench you disgusting maggot. I'll never forget it." She stalked forward, not seeing the woman come out from the inn or heard her yell out the man's name and the plea for her to stop. All she saw was her mothers dead corpse before her and the blood on this man's hands.
Re: Daily Life of Nobody in Particular
Jerial caught a glimpse of the woman coming up behind him, into range of Fayane and her deadly steel. He called out, paralyzed as a weapon flashed out from Fayane and through the half-elves throat as the assassin brought her weapon to the eye of the black-clad human.
Everything began to happen in slow motion. He reached to catch the rapidly dying woman, just as a searing pain ripped through his skull. As the half-elf's life expired, a new fragment split from his repository of consciousness. The detested whirlpool of emotion had been overwhelmed by the instant thought of an innocent death in the already frenzied heat of panic.
The man, obviously as distressed as he, though in his own way, the man in black reached out with an outstretched hand, his mouth agape. His lurch forward brought his head straight into the path of Fayane's rage.
Everything began to happen in slow motion. He reached to catch the rapidly dying woman, just as a searing pain ripped through his skull. As the half-elf's life expired, a new fragment split from his repository of consciousness. The detested whirlpool of emotion had been overwhelmed by the instant thought of an innocent death in the already frenzied heat of panic.
The man, obviously as distressed as he, though in his own way, the man in black reached out with an outstretched hand, his mouth agape. His lurch forward brought his head straight into the path of Fayane's rage.