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| [P] One Jump Ahead; Spot! | |
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| Eliel | Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:59 pm Post #16 |
 
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Pattin shouted as his eyes were filled with white light, blinding him and deafening him. He felt a sudden fear of Cordelia as well. The halfling fell back and grabbed at his eyes, grunting in pain. It felt like someone was stabbing them repeatedly. The halfling held one hand over his eyes, the other pushing himself up off the ground. He was as angry as he was scared and simply pursed his lips, turning around and began walking the other way, using a stick to find his way. Several times he brushed a barrel, throwing him off balance or ran into a wall, but he was making fair progress. Pattin grumbled as he walked, simply wanting to get away from the woman. He tried to remember the way to the inn, but he'd lost track of where he was while trying to make friends. Pattin simply sat down a ways away from Cordie and rubbed at his stinging eyes. Vision was slowly coming back to him. He didn't want to cross her again. He was lucky he'd gotten away before he did something stupid enough to really hurt him. Pattin heard something nearby, a sniffing sound. He felt a worm-like tail brush against his legs and shouted, taking out his mace and swinging blindly at the rat. It bit his hand and he grunted, feeling his mace connect but not hard enough. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:38 pm Post #17 |
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Cordelia laughed at the pain he was in, beginning to relax once she saw how much pain he was in. The anger that had developed inside of her very core had dissipated, leaving a sadistic fluffy feeling there instead. She decided to stand there and watch, wanting to see how he reacted to having two of the most important senses just stripped from him. She knew what it was like to be blind, so she felt a little bit of sympathy for doing that to him, but it was only temporary. His blindness wouldn’t last for weeks; hell, she didn’t even think it would last a half an hour. Even so, she did feel a bit of remorse for that. Not being able to see was definitely a way to get to someone, especially if they were as prideful and arrogant as her. It was that little bit of sympathy that forced her to follow him as he walked away with his stick. As funny as it was to watch him fight with the rat, she had to draw a line somewhere. She removed her poison blade from its sheath and batted the vermin away, wrinkling her nose in disgust at it. Rats were such filthy animals, covered in all sorts of diseases; she was so glad she was immune to sickness. With that done she sheathed her blade and looked down at Pattin, patting he’s shoulder lightly. “We’ll go to the tavern, then,” she grumbled, unsure if the deafness had worn off. “But I’m not sorry. You deserved that. Don’t cross me again, got it? Then I won’t have to do anything worse.” Cordelia shrugged and started toward the inn, supposing she would take him there and wait until his senses returned. Once the effects of the flashburst spell wore off she would leave with no intentions of ever meeting the annoying little beast again. |
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| Eliel | Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:52 pm Post #18 |
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Pattin sat, wondering why the rat had stopped attacking. It was then he'd realized she had followed him. He heard some sympathy in her voice. Wondering about it, he decided perhaps she wasn't as cruel as he'd thought she was. He rubbed his eyes once more and stood, a grin n his face. He dropped the stick and cupped a hand, muttering a string of words. It filled with cool, clear water, clean as any water could ever be. He splashed it on the wound and scrubbed it, grimacing a little. Looking in Cordie's direction, he rubbed his eyes. “See? You're not such a bad person. I knew it was somewhere deep down there.” He laughed. “I won't call you the c-word if you stop seeing me as a grubby little rat. Deal?” He said with a wink. Pattin continued to follow her to the tavern, he hoped. He was trusting it was where they were going, and not some remote area where she'd simply kill him off. Pattin seized the shirt of a passing form once inside, assuming it was a barmaid. “I'll have mead, please.” He said to the figure. He felt the cloth snatched away. 'find a barmaid then, shorty.' said a gruff man's voice. Pattin shrugged, letting the insult roll. "fair enough." He reached for another figure. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:02 am Post #19 |
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“See? You're not such a bad person. I knew it was somewhere deep down there.” Cordelia snorted. She wasn’t entirely bad, but she hadn’t helped him because there was some good in her heart. She had only helped him because she knew what it was like to be blind, but she really shouldn’t have. No one had been there to help her when she had been handicapped, so why should she have helped anyone else? “Don’t judge me yet,” she said with a light, amused grunt. “I won't call you the c-word if you stop seeing me as a grubby little rat. Deal?” He actually expected her to respect him? That was an absolute load of crap. An eruption of laughter emitted from Cordelia’s throat, causing her eyes to close and her body to bend slightly at the waist. “Oh, hell no,” she said, rejecting his little deal without any hesitation. All she had to do to get him to stop calling her by any nickname was use enervation, hit him with a venom bolt, or even bite him. She wasn’t going to respect him when she hardly knew him and throughout this little meeting all he had wanted to do was steal from her. “You’re a funny midget, I’ll give you that.” She lifted her left hand to wipe the red moisture from her eyes, blinking a couple of times to make sure it was completely gone. Cordelia just about wanted to vomit upon entering the tavern. She hated these sorts of environments; there was no way they could be healthy. She had to laugh, though, when he pulled on someone’s coat, thinking they were a maid. Deciding she might as well, Cordelia called over one of the maids and ordered for him, asking nothing for herself. “You’re paying,” she reminded him. “Because you owe me. You realize that, right?” |
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| Eliel | Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:24 am Post #20 |
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Pattin shrugged when she rejected his offer. “Oh well. I'll stop anyway.” He sighed, letting his hand fall from the man's jacket. He straightened his hat on his head and found his way to a table, accepting the mead from the waitress. “Thanks, dear.” He said with a smile. He pulled a few coins from the coin purse held in his hand, palmed when he'd tugged on the man's jacket. “ Like hell I'm paying. Always have a backup plan.” He said as he put the purse away on his own belt. He rested a hand on his belly and sipped his mead, glazed eyes wandering over Cordelia, still slightly sightless. Everything was one huge blur, he could barely make out the handle of his mug. “Very well Cordi-- Cordie.” He said, cutting himself off from saying Cordiepie. “So why are you here? Other than the obvious?” He said, making fangs with his index and middle fingers. He gave it a sort of raking motion to indicate biting. Pattin chuckled as he listened, able to barely hear over the ringing in his ears. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:41 pm Post #21 |
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“Oh well. I'll stop anyway.” It was odd that he had just so suddenly decided to renege on the deal he had wanted to make, but Cordelia shrugged it off. It wasn’t like she was complaining; the whole thing completely benefitted her. She got to think what she wanted to, which she would have done anyway, and he wasn’t going to try and make her name anything cutesy. “Good choice,” she said. “You learn quickly, I see.” Cordelia hoped he was afraid of her. The last time someone had been genuinely afraid of her had been back at the cathedral, and even if she had been blind then, it had been quite a tangible force. Besides, fear could manipulate people. This had potential…. “Like hell I'm paying. Always have a backup plan.” She snorted, sitting down across from him and crossing her right leg over her left underneath the table. “You think I’m paying? Hell no, little man.” Her eyes narrowed and swept across his countenance, the edges of her front teeth scraping across the inside of her lower lip. She was surprised he could see and hear already, especially since the spell was such a fun one. Either she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was, or he was strong for his size. Both thoughts disturbed her though, so she looked away, scanning the crowd for anyone and anything interested. Nothing. Of course not. “Very well Cordi-- Cordie.” “I thought you said you weren’t going to call me that,” she said, lowering her voice to a threatening tone. She placed her right arm on the table, lifting her left to rest her cheek and chin in her palm. She had to admit, the fake fangs were slightly amusing, though overall proved as just another annoyance. “I’m not a bug,” she said with an exasperated sigh. The way he had done it made her look like she had some sort of antennae, which she most certainly did not. “And I’m only here for the obvious. There’s nothing more to it.” She didn’t have to let him know that she had sympathy for the blind. That would just make her look weak in his eyes, and despite the fact that she didn’t care what people thought of her, she didn’t want to be looked at as anything but the heartless rock that she was. “You’re here to steal, am I right? Eh, of course I am.” Cordelia was almost bored with how predictable this was turning out to be, but she had to endure it for at least a little while longer. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Wed Aug 13, 2008 9:37 pm Post #22 |
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Pattin slid a few coins to the waitress and laughed. “I never said yo were paying, did I, my dear?” He said. “No, tonight's drinks are on that generous man there.” He said, pointing behind him with one thumb at a man who was looking at a waitress as he patted himself for gold. The man Pattin had tugged on. “Say what you like, it's an easy life. Except for the occasional chase and being tackled by a big heartless bloodsucking wench like yourself, no offense.” He said, looking at her. He wanted to get a better look at her, but his vision was still extremely blurry. He sipped at his mead and chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “It's all in good fun.” He said happily. Since he hadn't killed him yet, Pattin was fairly sure she wouldn't. Not many people could kill something that looked even remotely like a cute, innocent child. Except for the hairy feet, slight beer belly, and dress, he might have been a child. Pattin laughed as she said she was right. He raised his hands to his sides, palms up. “But of course. Couldn't have It any other way, now can we? Can't let the short guy be right. No, that would defy the law.” He said unsuredly. “Does it? I'm not too clear on these things, as much as it may surprise you.” |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:01 pm Post #23 |
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“No, tonight's drinks are on that generous man there.” A smirk tugged at her lips and Cordelia looked down at the table to avoid the man’s gaze should he look in their direction. She was an exceptional liar, but she doubted they had anything to worry about. The chances of him thinking it had anything to do with Pattin were slim. Not only were humans incredibly dumb, but none of them would expect a midget to be able to do anything. “Smart,” she mumbled. “…Except for the occasional chase and being tackled by a big heartless bloodsucking wench like yourself, no offense.” Her eyes narrowed and her lower lip stuck out in a slightly angry pout. “Watch yourself, Spot,” she warned. Her patience had renewed since she had cast the spell on him and hopefully would remain for the rest of the night. Causing harm to others always made her feel better overall, even if it was just something simple like flashburst. The effects were quite visible and that was really all that mattered. When he said it was all good fun, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “That’s what you say until someone actually winds up killing you. But, hey, not my place to say anything. I’ll just laugh when it happens.” Cordelia lifted her hands, palms to him, and folded her hands behind her head to stretch out her arms and relax herself. “Does it? I'm not too clear on these things, as much as it may surprise you.” “You think I’m any better with the law?” Cordelia’s hands slipped over her neck and once again came to rest on the table as she began to laugh. “Think about it, Spot. Just think about it before you make me think you are as stupid as your height may imply. All I know is that I am always right.” She sighed and tapped her fingers against the wooden surface. She was a bit fidgety, but what could she say? Inns made her uncomfortable. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:09 pm Post #24 |
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Pattin sighed. “I'm not dying anytime soon, I assure you.” He said, holding up his mace and standing with a frown. “He comes near me an I'll tear his nipples off.” He said with a concentrated look. Following his vision may have led one's eye to one of the women in the bar. He shook his head and smiled. “I love this inn. Such a... friendly place.” He laughed. “All these women... but that's neither here nor there.” He winked at Cordelia. “I don't think you're always right, girl.” He said, giving her a strange look, as if she were a mutant. “For instance, you decline having a drink. If you think you don't need one, woman, you're very much mistaken. Come on, it's free. Doesn't even have to be alcoholic.”He smiled at her. Pattin waved over a waitress. “This woman has an order, I believe.” |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:59 pm Post #25 |
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“I'm not dying anytime soon, I assure you.” “So you think,” Cordelia said, opening her mouth a little wider than necessary to display her fangs. She had no intention of killing him, but keeping him in his place couldn’t hurt too terribly much. It made her feel too good for it to hurt or for her to feel guilty. “I love this inn. Such a... friendly place.” Cordelia wrinkled her nose. That shouldn’t have surprised her, really. Everyone seemed to love taverns and inns and these sorts of places except for her. She hardly thought a place full of drinking idiots was a friendly place, especially when half of those idiots didn’t have manners. “Give me a break,” she said after he finally mentioned the women. “This place isn’t that great. You fit in here, though, so of course you’d like it… you little drunken midget.” The words weren’t entirely supposed to be an insult, only partly. “I don't think you're always right, girl.” A shocked look came to her face, as if she had never heard those very words before. Not many people dared to tell her that she wasn’t always right. The only people that ever said that were people that hated her, hence why she could never really believe them. Enemies always tried to bring a person down. As soon as he called the waitress over Cordelia hissed. “No, I don’t. I’m not drinking. I can’t digest anything in this dump, is that so hard to understand?” Cordelia clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance, looking away from him and toward the door. “If you weren’t blind I’d be gone by now,” she muttered bitterly. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:17 pm Post #26 |
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“Well, considering I've been drinking for a while now, yes, that is hard to understand. Blood has to get a little old after a while.” He said, ignoring her various threats. He looked at the waitress, who appeared fairly spooked. “Very well then. I guess i'll have an ale.” He said, finishing his mead. He smiled as the girl walked away. Pattin watched a man at the bar staring at them with a lopsided grin. He was obviously drunk. The man caught his eye and got up, walking to their table with the mixture of a waddle and a limp. He leaned over their table, beer heavy on his breath. Fairly cheap beer at that. Pattin scowled. The man looked at pattin, then at Cordie as he spoke. 'h-hey midget, it looks like your lady friend is fed up with yer.' he said , giving a pitiful hiccup. 'hw about you come with me? I'll show ye a good time, lass.' Pattin stewed and stood up on the chair he was at, jumping atop the table, and ran across, sort of tackling the man. He wrapped his legs around his torso and cracked him on the head with his mace. The man kind of screamed as he fell back on the floor. Pattin got up, straightened his hat, and sniffed. “I'm not a midget.” He said, kicking him in the groin before getting back up in his chair. People were looking at the drunkard as Pattin sipped his new ale. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:04 am Post #27 |
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“Well, considering I've been drinking for a while now, yes, that is hard to understand. Blood has to get a little old after a while.” “Not much I can do about that,” she said. Cordelia was fine with blood, anyway. The warm, slightly metallic liquid was all she had ever consumed and she had become accustomed to it. Strangely it never got old, but then again the sounds of agony and being the force to take away another’s life was empowering. For a vampire with an ego as big as hers, she needed that empowerment to survive. Her eyes flicked over to the drunken man that walked over to their table. Cordelia’s jaw clenched as she stared at him, smelling the alcohol on his breath. Her stomach twisted at the cheap smell, the urge to vomit sudden and yet understandable. She glanced to Pattin before he spoke, wondering if he comprehended now why she hated taverns. These places were sick, filled with people who were more twisted than her. Cordelia at least had a few morals. 'how about you come with me? I'll show ye a good time, lass.' Immediately, at the very utterance of those words, Cordelia’s eyes shot open with a sudden fire. Her chin dropped slightly, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of her. How dare he; who did he think he was to come over and say such things? Perhaps the other women in this place lacked any sort of modesty, but Cordelia wasn’t one of them. She got all worked up and screamed about violation when she was just given a simple kiss – what this man had just said was a lot worse than what Manic had done. “You…” Cordelia stood then with such speed that the chair fell back onto the floor. Her hands slammed onto the table and she sucked in a deep breath, the anger swirling in her core like a storm with that simple inhale. She lifted her arm and was about to pound him when Pattin jumped up over the table and got him first. While he was maiming the man, she removed the berserk potion from her pocket and took a quick swig, setting the opened bottle on the table. Once the midget was off of the man, she lifted her leg and with a greater amount of speed and strength than she usually had and brought it down to kick him a few times in the ribs. Only when she heard a few cracks was she satisfied. Cordelia stopped then and kicked him in the groin just as Pattin had, her chest heaving with each breath she took due to how angry she was. Her hair was abruptly a mess, with strands flying in every direction. Sure now that the man was done for the night, she spun around and sat back down in her chair, huffing and closing her eyes. “Deserved to die,” she grumbled. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:11 am Post #28 |
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Pattin watched Cordelia open-mouthed as she viciously kicked the man. Looking at the potion, his eyebrow shot up. He was somewhat afraid of the woman's temper now, but now that that was established, he could mess around a bit. Why waste the perfect opportunity? While Cordelia was busy with the drunk, Pattin ran over, grabbed an unsupervised bottle of moonshine, and dumped a bit into the potion. He hid the bottle under his chair and returned to his open-mouthed stare as she sat down. “Quite.” He said dryly. She was quite vicious for someone hitting on her. She looked a mess now, after going berserk like that. Pattin let himself smile on the inside as he raised his glass. “Cheers to a victory!” he said cheerily. ((forgive the crapness)) |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:31 am Post #29 |
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“Cheers to a victory!” Cordelia looked at his raised glass, then at her berserk potion. She did deserve a victory swig, didn’t she? It wasn’t like that would hurt her, since the liquid was made up of just magic. She managed a smile and lifted the bottle the potion came in, lifting it to her lips and taking a gulp. It sort of stung on the way down her throat, causing her face to scrunch up in a look that resembled pain. Once the liquid had finally slithered down her throat, it settled in her stomach like a rock, which wasn’t what had happened before. Cordelia took a deep breath and coughed a single time once she thought she could, blinking multiple times after she had. “Odd,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “Very… odd.” She blinked at the potion and popped the cap back on with little difficulty, then put it back into her pocket. The rock in her stomach was slowly melting away, turning into something warmer and fuzzier that was beginning to spread through her limbs. The vampire woman wasn’t quite sure what had happened. Just a moment ago she had been fine, and now she was suddenly feeling… different. She wasn’t quite sure she had ever felt like this, and she was even less certain of the fact that it had been the potion. It was the only odd thing she had ingested all night, though, unless something had been wrong with the blood of the woman she had killed. Even so, if something had been wrong she would have thrown it up already. A quiet hiccup came from her throat, followed by a soft laugh that was completely out of character for her. “Well, then,” she said, unsure where to go. Her head was feeling just as fuzzy as her stomach was, making it a little bit hard to think. “Are you feeling all right? From the flashburst, I mean. Hope you’ll forgive me for that, by the way. I get angry too easily, don’t I?” Cordelia hummed lightly, musing that fact to herself while she pushed her index fingers together. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:39 am Post #30 |
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Pattin smiled as she took a drink. The moonshine was strong stuff, enough to get a donkey drunk with a couple drinks. Sure enough. Very little time passed until the effects of the moonshine became visible. Pattin watched her interestedly as he took a drink of ale. It hit her harder than normal though, it was obvious this woman didn't drink much, if ever. He smiled and gave himself a silent toast for the plan. The woman was much too uptight and needed a little relaxing. He chuckled as she spoke. “Ah, I'm fine, dear friend. You do get much to angry quite quickly, however. At the least—” he sipped his ale “-- you could be nicer to me.” he chuckled. A little drunken persuasion could go a long ways. Temporary or permanent, it didn't matter to the halfling. “How're you feeling, dearie?” He asked, taking a mid-sized gulp of ale. |
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