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Post by Rûn on Jan 6, 2005 17:31:45 GMT -5
*She grins.*
Good boy.
*With flicks of her wrist, she starts chucking the veggies away. Hop over her shoulder, hop hop flop hop until there is only the chicken. She rips a wing off and starts munching.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 6, 2005 17:36:06 GMT -5
*the waiter gives no sign of having heard her, smoothly walking off to one of the gentlemen. The clientele give Rûn discrete disgusted looks, and more piercing glances towards Lotharius.
The maître d' swallows. Why him?*
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Post by Rûn on Jan 6, 2005 17:55:42 GMT -5
*She grins and chews, occasionally taking a swig from the whiskey.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 6, 2005 18:02:00 GMT -5
*She's not going away...He orders one of the waiters to clear up the mess she made behind her, and runs through his options on how to deal with her.*
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Post by Rûn on Jan 7, 2005 9:14:59 GMT -5
*She tears a leg off the chicken and happily munches away. Once, she glances aside and gives the maître a ferocious look filled with cruel pleasure, then she turns back to her chicken and it's like the look was never there.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 7, 2005 10:05:40 GMT -5
*Lotharius swallows, but the glares of the gentlemen and his own pride get too much. Has he made his will? Too late now. He walks over to Rûn.*<br> Miss, we are a dignified establishment. Please be so kind as to behave up to our standards or else vacate the premises.
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Post by Rûn on Jan 7, 2005 10:13:06 GMT -5
*She looks at him, smiling rather sweetly, and pointedly breaks the bone in two. She starts sucking out the marrow while looking the man in the eyes, the smile ever-present on her face.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 7, 2005 10:20:54 GMT -5
*No fair. Women shouldn't be allowed to behave like this. Under Rûn's stare he feels like a rabbit trapped in a fox's den. Even so he manages to keep his voice steady.*
Miss, I must ask you to leave now.
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Post by Rûn on Jan 7, 2005 10:27:06 GMT -5
*The woman smiles and gets up slowly. She runs her hand over Lotharius' cheek, still smiling, but the smile becomes gradually more predatory. She stands so close to him that he can feel the sheathe of one of her swords pressing against his leg. Then she suddenly turns around and picks up the remains of the chicken. She walks to the door without another look at Lotharius.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 7, 2005 10:34:12 GMT -5
*Whatwhatwhat...?He stands, frozen while Rûn gets up and does what she does. At the feel of her sword he stands even more to attention, only to sigh when she's left the building, really finally left.
He needs a drink, a stiff one, but here, now? The gentlemen are still here. Lotharius walks back to the bar, ignoring the glares for now, and pours himself a whiskey, which he drains in one go before walking up to his customary spot near the entrance. By now he's got himself under control again, though he involuntary flinches as a redhaired gentleman walks in later that day.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 17, 2005 10:53:09 GMT -5
*empty, so empty. Even during the previous quake and the following glow it hasn't been so empty here. Lotharius rubs his forehead and sighs. Whatever it was, has given him a lasting headache. Empty...where is his business? Where is his money? He sighs. He knows where it is. Cowering at home, hiding under the bed and calling for mommy, or else stormed out towards the Library, full of vim and vigour. Idiots. It'll only get them killed quicker.*
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Post by Bask, Big Game Hunter on Jan 22, 2005 20:20:34 GMT -5
*Bask literally kicks the door open and stomps in. His clothing is as out of place as humanly possible here. Made of animal fur and feathers, he looks like a wild man, and a long beard compliments the look of ruthless savage. He shouts outloud upon entering, adressing it to everyone as a whole.*
"By Pelor's radiant balls, I am as hungry as a nine headed hydra with only three meals. Who do I see about food here?"
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 22, 2005 20:28:14 GMT -5
*the maître d' looks up from behind his table, where he'd ducked behind as the door was so rudely opened. At the sight of that...that man he goes pale, even paler than when he was being stared at by Rûn. Why wasn't the guard doing its duty and kept this thing out of civilised neighbourhoods? He draws himself up to his full height (around 4'9, 5' at most) and walks briskly over to the man, mustering all his disdain for Bask.*
We do not appreciate this kind of talk here. Go now, and I might not call the guards on you.
*the bar's kind of empty, the staff standing to the side, looking politely bored out of their minds and slightly interested at Bask's appearance.*
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Post by Bask, Big Game Hunter on Jan 22, 2005 20:32:42 GMT -5
*Bask lets out a deep, booming laugh that echos throughout the bar.*
"I meant no offense! Truely, city folk are as tight as a Gray Elf's..."
*He lets out a laugh again before he can finish that sentense, before reaching into his belt and pulling out a large bag that clinks loudly as he shakes it in his hand.*
"Ah, well, I suppose my platinum isn't as good here as it is everywhere else. By Nerull's rotting balls, I'll find somewhere else to toss away this coin."
*He lets out another booming laugh.*
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Post by Athelrush on Jan 22, 2005 20:41:03 GMT -5
*Lotharius' face becomes an interesting study in two opposing schools of thought. One is the face of the establishment, which this man doesn't have a hope to uphold, the other is the clink of coin in the bag. And he did send away those elves who apparently were councillors....And it's not like there's many people here to be offended by Bask. His face becomes smooth again, and the tone of his voice shifts from piqued to the client is always right.*
Please forgive me, sir, but the outfit...Ahum, certainly. Have a seat.
*he snaps his fingers, and the waiting-staff springs into action. Bask gets shown to a chair, and a waiter stands next to him for his order.*
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