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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 20, 2013 15:04:01 GMT -6
It had happened so suddenly. Too suddenly, in his opinion. One moment everything had been fine, the night having been progressing like it usually did at the inn. All that had been interrupted by the sudden clap of thunder and the sky lighting up as lighting flashed, stirring him out of his thoughts one moment and making him realize exactly how bad this storm was in the next. It was too early in the reason for this kind of weather, and Wynter was caught by surprise. The rain began only moments after, the wind howling and knocking over potted plants as if it was set on destroying everything it could. He didn't give himself enough time to figure out whether this was some kind of hurricane or just a bad storm as he jumped out of his seat. Running upstairs, he quickly made his way to each room, closing the shutters and latching them to keep the wind and rain outside. The eery green glow of the moon only served to further unnerve him, spurring him on. Unfortunately, the windows were much easier to secure than the ones on the first floor. Opening his mouth to call for his father, he remembered both of his parents were out for the evening, attending some sort of gathering in another part of the village. Running outside, the rain hit his face hard as it poured, soaking through the clothes he wore within only a few minutes He quickly made his way to the sides of the inn, almost slipping in the process as he moved to each window. Breathing heavily, he grabbed onto the storm shutters, unused since the last big storm, to attempt to pull them down over the window. With the rain falling as hard as it was, the edges were slippery and harder to grip, and Wynter grit his teeth as he he used his body weight to try and force it down. The edges of the shutters seemed stuck in place, and a curse fell from his lips as his hands slipped once again. ★ open
★ rainy days and... bonding?
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 20, 2013 17:55:44 GMT -6
It's getting late. I should head back.That was the thought that crossed his mind a second before the storm hit. An evening walk, extended into the night by his preoccupied wandering, was interrupted by a thunderclap. The first raindrops were disregarded as he stared in awe at the bright green glow of the moon. He might have stared longer if the torrent didn't blind him. Home was too far away, and the closest public building was the inn. He was already soaked by the time he got there, but the wind was too dangerous to risk staying outside. However, the second thing he noticed, aside from the door, was the young man who struggled with the shutter. "Hold on!" He had to shout over the howling wind as he diverted to the man's side, reaching up to grab the shutter and, hopefully, help him pull it down without breaking it. ★ it's dangerous to go alone, take this
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 22, 2013 15:31:28 GMT -6
With the added weight, the storm shutter came down with a loud thunk, covering the window and protecting it from the storm. His shoulders raising up and down, Wynter took a deep breath as he turned to Aldebaran, wiping the rain water from his face and pushing soaked bangs away. Taking in the appearance of the man, he knew he recognized him as the schoolteacher who now presided over the small school in the village. Yet with the rain growing heavier by the moment, there was no time for pleasantries as lightning continued to flash overhead. "There's still some more around the other sides!" Wynter yelled, trying to be heard over the wind and rain as a gust pushed by. He moved to the next window, wasting no time to try and pull the shutters down. He waited for Aldebaran in order to do so, applying his weight again to force it into place once there. ★ open
★ you got Token Gay Man! equip him with A
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 22, 2013 18:31:58 GMT -6
The unnaturally bright moonlight and electrical flashes lit their way to the other windows. One by one, he and the innkeeper's son pulled the old shutters down. Though the lad's name escaped him, he recognized him from around town, and from several years earlier, when he departed from Heim and had yet to own a home in Asgard. "Is that all?" he asked when they closed what he hoped was the last shutter. The trees bent rather dangerously, and he did not trust this atmosphere by any stretch of the imagination, but he did not know if there were other things that needed attending to outside the inn. ★ this item assists in menial tasks and occasionally gives advice
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 23, 2013 22:44:05 GMT -6
"That's all of them, follow me!" Raising his voice to be heard over the howling wind once more, he moved away from the last window and it shut into place, latching securely. Raising his arm to shield his eyes from the rain, he nodded to his companion and made a run for it around the building, careful in fighting off the wind and avoiding any debris or objects blown about in the storm. The front door of the inn swung open loudly, and Wynter dipped inside, his breath ragged as he waited for Aldebaran to follow. The force of the wind fought against the door as he reached to shut it before firmly locking it in place. Leaning against the door, he brushed his dark, almost black hair out of his face. His blue eyes raised to rest on the man that had helped him and offered a smile, the sounds of the storm still raging quietly outside. "Thank you. I don't know what I would have done without you."★ aldebaran
★ side effects to using include being hit on. you have been warned
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 24, 2013 7:05:40 GMT -6
The interior of the inn was blessedly warm and still. He pushed his wet hair away from his face and wiped the rainwater from his eyes. His blue peacoat spared most of his torso from moisture, but he was utterly drenched from the knees down. Between the two of them, there would be quite a mess of water on the floor. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could be of assistance." He sounded a bit hoarse by now. It was hard to recall when he last exercised that much. Still, he kept his back straight when he faced Wynter. "That moon. Tell me I am not seeing things." His voice quavered on the last part, mainly from breathlessness. He was almost certain that the color of the moon was no illusion, notwithstanding the fact that he asked for confirmation anyway. ★ that side effect only occurs if you mix it with alcohol. lots of alcohol.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 24, 2013 17:36:50 GMT -6
"No, you're not... I never thought the moon could be that color." What was it? The eery green of it hardly seemed natural. There was the orange of the harvest moon, the silver of the normal moon, and even the red that signified danger was near. Every now and then, on rare days, the moon would glow blue as well, an event that people rarely ever saw. Yellow was common, but green hardly seemed natural. For some reason that he couldn't explain, for the first time ever, it made the night feel wrong. Was that just his imagination or had others felt it too? "Here, let me get you something to change into." Wynter disappeared upstairs for a few moments, coming back in a change of clothes with two towels, offering that and some of his father's borrowed clothes to the teacher. "Would you like something to drink? There's hot cider, tea, coffee, or milk I can warm up."★ aldebaran
★ now I must test this theory
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 24, 2013 21:51:26 GMT -6
"Thank you," he said as he accepted the towel and clothes. He was not entirely comfortable with wearing someone else's clothing, but he had a feeling that the storm would not pass soon. Because of that, and the etiquette he learned when he was a child, he also said, "I would very much appreciate tea, please, if it's not too much trouble." Drinking something hot would be good for the both of them. Weather like this could make someone ill, and there was no sense in neglecting prevention. "Where should I change?" He'd glanced around and realized that he had no direction in this situation. ★ it was only tested once, waaay back in Place of Our Promise.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 25, 2013 13:11:17 GMT -6
Something hot to drink would do them both good. He could hear the soft sound of voices coming from the kitchen, and he made the note not to disturb them. He relinquished the bundle of clothes to the other man, using his own towel to dry his hair. "There is a bathroom just down the hall. You can use that."Letting the man have his privacy to change, Wynter started a fire in the lounge. Fueling it with plenty of firewood, he lit a match to get it going and soon enough an orange glow covered the dark room. Warmth radiated from the fireplace, a much needed change from the cold of the storm outside. Dipping into the kitchen, a hot pot of herbal tea was made and put into a kettle to be brought out of a tray. Two mugs were grabbed and placed as well, along with sugar and milk. Two slices of his mother's homemade apple pie was added. Returning to the living room, the tray was set on the small coffee table, and Wynter rubbed his arms. Moving to stand by the fire, he waited for the other to return. ★ aldebaran
★ that was such a long time ago!
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 25, 2013 14:25:12 GMT -6
The bathroom was easy enough to find. The spare clothes were not a perfect fit, but they did fit. He had more trouble with his now tangled, damp hair, which he was forced to remove from its braid. Thus freed, it hung about his waist, and he worked his fingers through it until it was at least presentable. He folded his wet clothes, coat, and the towel, and unsure of where to put them, carried them out to where Wynter waited in the living room. With the fireplace lit, it was quite a welcoming setup, though the presence of the storm managed to permeate the edges of the room. That was his feeling, at least, possibly coupled with the rise of his inherent shyness. This was pushed aside as it usually was through the conditioning of the business world, and he approached the young man and held out his hand, holding the clothes and towel under his left arm. "I apologize for neglecting to introduce myself. My name is Aldebaran Bates. I believe we may have crossed paths once before," he said. ★ it really was. like... two years now? holy crap
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 25, 2013 18:10:48 GMT -6
"Here, you can put those by the fire to dry." Wynter moved to sit down on one of the chairs across from Aldebaran. Holding out one of the mugs of hot tea, he offered it out to the teacher before picking up his own, relishing in the warmth that encompassed his hands. "Don't worry about it. It's kind of hard to do that out in the rain." Wynter smiled, adding some sugar to his own tea. Leaning back, he finally felt comfortable for the first time since he had stepped in out in the rain and the other man had offered his help. "I remember you. You work as the teacher at the school, and you stayed here once before, didn't you?"A long drink of the tea was taken, feeling the heat of it coat the inside of his body. He really did feel much better after. "I'm Wynter. My parents own this inn."★ aldebaran
★ I think we should be good after a few more?
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 25, 2013 19:40:35 GMT -6
As per Wynter's suggestion, he laid his folded clothes in a row on the hearth. He accepted the offered mug and murmured his thanks as he took a seat on the opposite chair. Perched on the edge of the cushion, he quietly blew the steam from the top of the liquid. It smelled pleasant, and he found he did not recognize the type. "It is a pleasure to meet you, and you are correct on both accounts. Yes, I stayed here when I first came to this country. That was a few years ago now," he said. Once Wynter drank first, he was able to take a sip from his own mug, leaving the tea black. Yes, it tasted as pleasant as it smelled. "Might I assume, from your earlier response, that this kind of storm is an usual phenomenon here? If not the squall itself, then its apparent… well. Could those two things be connected somehow?" Was the strange moon truly the cause of the storm? ★ I think so too.
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Post by Wynter Shea on Sept 25, 2013 21:13:27 GMT -6
"I'm not sure... To be honest, I wouldn't even know how to answer that." Wynter, situated fully into the soft plush of the chair, stared at the brown liquid that filled his mug. Holding it with both hands, he stared into it and frowned, eyebrows knitting deep in thought. "I've lived in Ilusia all my life, but I've never seen a storm this bad. There's just something about it that feels... unnatural."As Wynter spoke the last word, his dark blue eyes cast towards the window. Just beyond the windowpane the edge of the moon's glow could be seen, with that green glow cascaded down onto the earth around them. Whatever it was, however it had started, he had a feeling that, as he watched the moon, they would know soon enough. "Why don't you go ahead and stay the night, tonight? It doesn't look like the storm will be stopping any time soon." The rest of the cup of tea was downed, and Wynter stretched tiredly. All they could do was wait for the storm to stop. "You can use one of the rooms tonight. No charge."★ aldebaran
★ and that was fun <3
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Post by Aldebaran Bates on Sept 25, 2013 21:36:47 GMT -6
Wynter's answer, or lack thereof, was unsurprising. When his blue gaze moved to the windows, Aldebaran turned his head to observe the same. He agreed that it felt unnatural; he knew that as soon as it started. His knowledge of magic was limited, but anyone in the world could guess that it was the culprit behind this phenomenon. Whether or not they would be correct remained to be seen. "You are very generous. Thank you," he said. It was impossible to hide the sigh of relief in his voice. Even if the offer was not extended, he would have rented a room for the night. He preferred to avoid being drenched in the rain, or perhaps the moonlight, for a second time. ★ that it was!
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