thetispycrow
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Registered: Feb 26, 2020 16:29:53 GMT -8
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Post by thetispycrow on Feb 26, 2020 16:51:41 GMT -8
Settled within the lands of Isra, the Tipsy Crow is a place is a run of the mill watering hole that offers cheap swill and fancy but inexpensive grub to fill the bellies of those who wander into it's walls. Mood Music:
NPC Crew  Meow - Owner and Bartender 
Razzie - Serving wench
Menu:
Rabbit with mushrooms, carrots, parsnips, celery, onions, and brown gravy served over your choice of taters or crusty brown bread.
Duck stewed in a cherry sauce, served over crusty white bread or wild rice
Venison steak served with a mash of taters and fried onions
Wild Boar served with cabbage, honey glazed carrots, and fried taters.
Cheese and Bread
Cheese, Meat, and Bread - your choice of one or all above meats that are dried, perfect for travel
Fruit and cheese
Fruit, Meat, and Cheese.
Drinks
Ale
White Wine
Red Wine
Bloodwyne
Honey Mead
Rum
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 26, 2020 17:08:05 GMT -8
Tass was tired and moody after that long trek from the desert where they had fought the shark beast. Added to that, he had not gotten the vision he had hoped for and was sour at the time wasted trying to do so. Bah, fool's errand, indeed. At least SOMEbody had gotten what they were trying to get. He flippantly opened the door to the tavern, held it open for Dart because, despite his pissy attitude, he was still a gentleman. He waited for her to enter before he entered, then found the first empty table available.
The tavern was not so crowded yet since it was between lunch and supper, but he planned on being there until the wee hours of the morning, spending his coin on getting shitfaced and eating a hot meal. His sour expression softened upon seeing the wench approaching, his eyes roaming over her as he wondered if he could cajole her into some corner to help rid him of some of his frustration... But then he remembered he was with a woman and the wench would probably not flirt back if he flirted. "Hello, lovey. How about some ale for me and whatever the lass is having?"
She nodded, gave Dart time to reply, then spoke, "Would ye care for some vittles whilst ye're here too?" She rattled off the menu and he ended up settling on venison. Once orders were made, the girl flounced off and he gave a low whistle of appreciation.
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Camaro (Dart)
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Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 26, 2020 21:19:07 GMT -8
Dart, after selling the jewel and finished some business, met with Tass at the Tipsy Crow. She steps inside and takes a seat across from him. "now now Cassanova, eyes up" Dart teased when she saw him checking out the barmaid. "pardon my companion. I'll take a honey mead and the wild boar sounds delightful. Thank you." Dart rolled her eyes as she heard Tass whistle.
"Behave yourself Tass. Your actions make it seem like you've never seen another woman" she chuckles at her verbal jabs towards the brute in front of her. "we picked a good time to come, hopefully, the trip back from the desert wasn't too bumpy." She fidgets with her fingers as they wait for their food. Dart isn't one who's used to dining out with company and making small talk with someone she isn't trying to lure to their death. There seems to be something on her mind as her actions seem off.
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Tassarion Genroris
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Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 27, 2020 8:12:59 GMT -8
"What's it to you?" he asked after the barmaid left, his eyes fixed on the woman's rear and admiring the swing of her hips. If he didn't know any better, he would thing she was doing that just for him. Schwing. He turned to look at his companion with a brow raised as he got repremanded again for having eyes and being a dude. "Its not as if I have a woman," he said with a grumble. Indeed, it had been some months since he started his journey and had been celibate since the begining of said journey.
"What is the matter with you?" he asked when noticing that she fidgetted the way she was. He narrowed his eyes. Nobody could accuse Tass of being Captain Oblivious when it came to noticing when a woman's mood was weird..
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 27, 2020 23:02:25 GMT -8
"is a woman really what you want though?" she asked her replying to his statement. There are definitely much better things in this city than love.
"it's nothing just some business I had to take care of." Her movements seem faster than usual. "Tass, I feel bad that you weren't able to get the visions you were after." Tass did notice that when she came in she quickly hid a box in her bag. Maybe she didn't think anyone was looking or maybe she thought she was fast enough for no one to see. "soon you'll be returning to wherever you're from right?"
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 28, 2020 13:09:50 GMT -8
He looked at her like she had grown a pair of horns out of her forehead, almost as if to say, "Duh." Not that he did say it out loud. "I haven't had a woman in months," he muttered grumpily then. "I wouldn't mind a romp in the sheets with a woman." His brows lifted, he looked her up and down.
She looked... strung out? "I don't know where I am going after this. I have heard of the Usque and wonder if I can find any answers there." Not that he was drawn there. "What is the box I saw when you came in?" he asked with his voice lowered, thinking perhaps it was best kept between them for the moment.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 28, 2020 13:19:35 GMT -8
"the box?" her eyes darted around the room carefully. "you shouldn't stay here Tass. Not at a time like this. Something big is happening and I don't want you to get caught up in Isra especially not with me...it wouldn't be good for your reputation." She replied to him trying to change the subject. Dart was back in Isra, it was as if she became an entirely different person since they stepped foot across its borders. "don't take this the wrong way but if our circumstances were different I might have a go around with you, but the men I usually sleep within Isra return in a casket."
As soon as the barmaid brought over their drink she would focus on sipping on her drink. She better watch her actions and try slowing them down. Whatever was in the box was definitely something she didn't want people around her to see. Depending on how determined Tass is he might be able to convince her to let him take a peek of its contents.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 28, 2020 16:55:24 GMT -8
"I saw a box," he said, rolling his eyes upward. "I am a big boy and can handle myself." He growled that out, not liking where this was going. And then she changed the subject to having a round with him if circumstances were different. "And why would you kill me after I helped you get your greatest achievement? And I stuck with you afterward. You insult me." He had the urge to pluck her from her seat and give her a damn kiss that she would never recover from. She was getting on his last nerve with her warnings.
"Tell me what is in the box or I will pull you into my lap and kiss you until you can't remember what the feck is in it." he growled this out too.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Feb 29, 2020 9:23:43 GMT -8
"well in Isra that's how I usually get my bounties on their head. I lure them into bed and then murder them in their sleep and bring back their body to whoever put up the bounty." Dart looks down at the table before quickly looking away upon hearing his last sentence a blush upon her cheeks. She cleared her throat. "that doesn't sound too bad but fine, I'll tell you what's in the box. I wouldn't want to cause such a scene here"
She reaches into her pack and pulls out a small smooth wooden box. She lifts the lid just enough for him to take a look inside. Tass can see 5 vials containing some sort of blue dust within. Tass isn't exactly sure what they are without further context, but whatever they are Dart is trying to go through a great deal to keep them a secret.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Feb 29, 2020 11:30:12 GMT -8
"You don't very well have a damned bounty on my head, so what have you got to worry about?" he purred and gave her a smoldering look. She had started something and he knew she knew that. "You would be too tired to kill me anyway," he said smugly. She was certainly lovely when she blushed, so he wasn't going to let up too much, but she changed the subject back to the box.
He peered inside and was surprised to see what he assumed were drugs of some sort but wasn't sure. He tilted his head and said, "Explain." It was a simple and softspoken command of someone who was used to getting his way.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Mar 1, 2020 11:36:42 GMT -8
"they're drugs Tass. This is all something new and wild and I couldn't help but be drawn to it. This new dust is called Blue Bloods, it gives the user sharper senses and faster movements. I think you're a good person and I don't want you to get caught up in the type of lifestyle I have in Isra." Dart rolls her shoulders before closing the box. Five was an odd number of vials to have. Maybe Dart already took one based on the way she acted. She took a deep breath and calmly put the box away. Tass could notice a thin blue line that appeared on her arm peeking out from under the sleeve of her shirt. He wasn't sure if it was there before or if it was new.
Dart looked down at her food and started taking small bites of the meat. In Isra, reputation is everything for her. She can't let people she's that she's cracking. One sign of weakness and people will be after the bounty that lay firm on her head. Maybe this drug will be the last ingredient needed for her to spiral into chaos.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 1, 2020 13:09:27 GMT -8
"I see," he said, noticing that she had the blue powder on her arm. His anger was simmering at that point, not really for her being a tease; he was not so bothered by that part... It was that she was trying to push him away for no reason, as just a friend more than anything. He narrowed his eyes at her explanation of the drugs too, and then pressed his lips together. For a moment, he didn't say anything. When he did speak, it was low and almost dangerous sounding... "If you don't want me around, all you have to do is say the words. Nobody knows my name here either, so I call horse-shit on you caring about my reputation this much."
He paused and pushed his untouched food away, his chair scraping the floor as he pushed his chair out, "If I asked you for a vial of the drug, you would owe me that much. I could have died for you, Dart. I fought a damned... shark... thing... for you and would have died for you, a perfect stranger. I haven't asked for payment from you for helping you. I told you, I am a big boy and can take care of myself. You seem to be very concerned with my actions... first getting bothered by me looking at a lass, then getting bothered when I looked at you, and now getting bothered about what I might do."
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Mar 1, 2020 13:26:41 GMT -8
"Tass, that's not what I mean" her voice softening. "of course I want you here I just didn't think you would enjoy being around me here. I'm a very different person in Isra. I don't want you getting hurt Tass. If you want payment for helping me in the temple then fine you can get your payment but I don't want to give you a vial. I don't want to be the person that ruins your life."
Dart holds out her hand. "please don't leave. I'm sorry if I came off wrong. You seem like someone who will do great things. Greater things than spending time with a criminal. I'm not used to people wanting me as company." She looks down at her food not sure what else she should say. This type of conversation wasn't one she has ever had.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 1, 2020 13:34:14 GMT -8
"One vial wouldn't ruin my life," he said lowly. "What if it brings me the vision I have been seeking?" He raked his fingers through his hair. "You also put me at risk by bringing those." He sighed. He was so frustrated at that point that he didn't know what to say. Why he was asking for a drug he didn't know anything about eluded him aside from the desperation he felt to know who in the hell he was. But she was making him out to be something he wasn't... he was no hero. "I am just a man, Dart.
"I don't know why you think I am some kind of hero when I am nothing but a man with wants and needs. I wasn't asking for a vial but now I am because I am desperate. Do you know how long I spent traveling through that stupid desert for some vision? This could be my last chance." Not that he was proud of asking.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Registered: Jan 12, 2020 16:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Mar 1, 2020 13:54:03 GMT -8
"I know you're not a hero but our time, the time we spent out in the desert it was nice to be away and pretent that I could be a good person with someone who is good. Tass if you want a vial, you can have a vial. Drugs can be pretty addicting so I need you to understand the consequences and be entirely sure that this is what you want." Dart takes a sip on her drink before sneakily taking a vial from the box and handing it discreetly to Tass. "Is this the life you want Tass? Here in Isra with me?"
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 1, 2020 14:39:31 GMT -8
"I understand what they can do..." he said while looking her in the eye. He might not have thought about it, but he was a good man. But good men did stupid shit too, and he was about to go down the rabbit hole of stupid shit. He pocketed the vial discreetly and then looked at her with surprise when she asked if this was going to be the life for him... with her... in Isra. He stared at her, confused as to what she meant and wanting to ask her to elaborate. But he didn't, he said, "What is it you think?" instead, answering with a question.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Mar 1, 2020 14:52:32 GMT -8
"I've enjoyed my time with you and was hoping for more time together. Taking that drug also means you are allowing yourself into the darker parts of Isra. Our time binds us together Tass. It would be hard for us to leave acting as if nothing happened between us" Dart leans in close to him. "let's finish out meals and go somewhere less public before you open up that vial."
Dart smiles at him and returns to eating her food. It seems that she's figured out her fidgeting and learned to make her actions appear more natural and calm. A visible side effect of the drug is that the users after a few uses will have blue lines appear across their skin. For now, Dart is glad she can still think straight.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 1, 2020 15:03:08 GMT -8
He raised a brow at that. "Are you saying you were jealous I was looking at the wench's ass?" Now he was teasing her, it was clear. He was no longer angry, though he was still feeling kind of grumpy after all that had transpired. He really did want to roll in the hay at the moment, but that was neither here nor there. He wolfed his food down at that point, deciding that it would be best not to take the drug on an empty stomach. That and he was hungry.
When they were done with their food and drink, he paid the serving wench and then gestured toward the door for Dart to go with him. "After you," he said softly, mostly because he was still a gentleman, but he would probably not lie to her if she caught him in the act of looking at her hind end.
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Camaro (Dart)
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 23
Physical Description: Dart as those on the streets knows her is a small-framed woman no taller than 5ft which makes her hard to track in a crowd. Her green radiant eyes framed by the dark short hair peer out finding the next target on her list.
Clothes and Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor of the likes with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows to better help her climb things without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. She often carries a set of tools that help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
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Post by Camaro (Dart) on Mar 1, 2020 15:20:34 GMT -8
"a little" Dart replied after swallowing a bite of her food. The two ate quickly before exiting to a nearby alley well hidden from unwanted views. She pulled out another vial and uncorked it. "Tass is this your first time doing something like this?" She asks. Probably snorting it up the nose wouldn't be preferable for first-timers. Even though Dart wasn't a first-timer she hated taking her drugs up the sniffer. She would rather dump it down the hatch or mix it with a drink preferably.
"Well let's clink our vials together," Dart said holding hers up pretending they're about to clink their wine glasses together as a toast. A toast to new adventures and maybe even new romances but who knows what might happen.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 1, 2020 15:38:21 GMT -8
That she said it so casually took him aback. He stared at her for a long time and decided that he would be fine sharing his time with her. At least for now. By the time they were in the alleyway, she was asking him questions and he shook his head in reply. "No, I have never done anything close to this. Well, I have smoked certain leaves in a pipe for a buzz, but that is it." He took out his vial and looked down at it.
He popped the cork and clicked his against hers, then waited to see what to do next.
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