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Anybody hear that song? [OPEN]
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Post by Charlie Crux on Sept 26, 2013 20:29:26 GMT -6
Not bothered to cover her wide yawn, Charlie arched her back, getting all the chinks and cracks out of her joints. With an elbow propped up against the bar, the young adult leant on the wood as she enjoyed a rare moment of peace of not having to serve customers. Not that she minded the service, but due to the stormy menace from a few nights ago, there had been a recent influx of customers who were thirsting for a drink after a long day's work of repairing. While the tomboy was sympathetic towards the first fifty who came, the sheer amount who visited the tavern was after that was just overwhelming! True that a lot of customers equated to good business, but whatever, Charlie was tired. An idle glance to the window had the beastgirl absentmindedly thinking about the myth of werewolves. The celestial body that hung in the sky was always an object of wonder and whenever it displayed its full radiance, unhindered by any shadows, the moon never failed to bring a smile to the woman's face. So it was strange that Charlie wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the early return of the full moon... speaking of which, it seemed like only a couples of days ago when the moon was full! Suddenly jolted awake, she took note of the return of the orb's sickly green tint. Her heart dropped as Charlie abandoned her relaxed posture to hurry off to the window, pressing her face against the glass to get a better view. The accompanying storm didn't help her vision and the belated realisation that there was a storm had her gasping out loud. The pelting torrents of rain came down in violent waves and combined with the wind, it seemed that more drop flew horizontally than vertically. The night's likeness to the previous one was unmistakeable. Even the wind could be heard from within the warm refuge of the Blue Moon Tavern. It almost seemed to wailing a melody. It was beautiful, bittersweet even, and to confirm that she wasn't hallucinating, Charlie had to turn around and yell out to the occupants of the tavern. "Anybody else hear that song thing outta there?"★ please join!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 19:26:53 GMT -6
BLINDED (adj.) to be without sight  The amount of times he had been to a tavern before happened to be somewhere around none. Well, that wasn't perhaps entirely true. Often times he would play a game for money, perhaps called gambling by some, of his favorite strategy game and the setting may have been some sort of bar or tavern. It wasn't as though he really cared. He wasn't there to drink. And when people challenged him in a tavern, it typically meant easy money for him. To Jeremiah, it wasn't so much gambling. It was assured money that was handed to him. The only person to ever beat him in this game had been his brother. Their winning and losing streak seemed fairly tied up, save that they had played an odd number of games to date and his brother had a slight two game lead. While what he does is still considered gambling, he doesn't do it to get money. He does it to play a game he loves; other people just happen to throw money at him in the end. A gift, perhaps, one could look at it as. Yes, a gift from noblemen who think they are better than this world.
Yet here he was, the half blind man had just come through the door of the Blue Moon Tavern. This time, there was no opponent waiting for him. However, Jeremiah was not about to indulge himself in alcoholism. He was not that sort of man. Even on the grimmest of days or the heftiest of celebrations, he kept to his teas. The faerie of a man walked down the steps onto the stone floor of the tavern as silently as possible. He wasn't in here for any other reason than to escape it. The weather had been acting up recently, and he was not going to be caught outside in dangerous weather such as this. He could feel the magic pulsing through the clouds. It was no mystery to him that there was some sort of black magic going on. After all, he was a faerie. He could tell when people possessed magic unless that magic was to conceal their magic. Even then, with enough focus there was a chance he could still sense the power they held within. Jeremiah pulled the hood down from his cloak and turned towards the bar.
The one behind the counter seemed to also have a form of blindness in her right eye. A small smile came to his face upon seeing the coverage over an eye. He had a witty comment to supply, as per his character. His brother and he have had entire conversations of metaphors. Perhaps it helped that the two of them were identical twins. The only difference between the two of them was the slight defect that he obtained before birth. "Perhaps the song that needs to be sung is what the weather brings with its whispers." Jeremiah spoke softly and never forgot to hold his trademark smile upon his face. His cloak was barely above the stone floor and barely concealed the slight sparkles he left behind. If one were to stare at his feet, they would see footprints of magical dust left behind for a few moments before dissipating. "Tell me, dear madame, was it you that claimed the sight of my left eye? Is it, perhaps, why I may have that of your right?" He moved towards the counter, but preferred not to actually place his hands upon the table.
He sighed and brushed hairs from his face. "I digress, I mean no insult, m'lady." Jeremiah adjusted his eye patch on his left eye and smiled. "To answer your question more directly, the song the wind carries is by no means a wonder of God's will. The song is intentional, and by no deity. Do you not feel the ill omen of the storm? This song is a lament; or perhaps it is more suitably a prelude to a funeral march." The raven haired twin turned away from the counter and looked towards the door. It was maybe his own fault for having left the door in such a way, yet he allowed the wind to speak. Such was not so bad, no? |   words 767 tags Charlie notes eye patches for everybody! |
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Post by Darla Littlebug on Oct 2, 2013 18:16:54 GMT -6
CHARLIE + JEREMIAH Darla thought that she had much to do since the storm a couple days ago. There was a bit of damage, but it didn't destroy anything so that was good. She helped out a lot with repairing the damage, it was her responsibility to help out the town in any way she could after all! And Darla was a strong gal too, she was glad to be of use. Sometimes there were people who invited her to the tavern after a hard day of work, but after seeing how much would already be there, and how tired she was, the woman had refused every single time. Instead she went back to sleep at her own home. It would be bad if she turned into a drunk at such a young age after all.
And her hands were so sore. There were many blisters and splinters, there was even one time where Darla SWORE that she broke some fingers! They were okay now, so it was just a false alarm. That storm was on her mind a lot though. The whole country, or even the whole continent, must have seen through the clouds to that mystifying emerald moon a couple nights ago. That storm was one of the hardest she had ever had in her life too. And some faerie folk told her that they could sense some magic in the air too, which was definitely weird. She was out on patrol then, through the rain and wind, underneath the dark sky, just to make sure anything suspicious wasn't going on despite of the danger. Of course there wasn't any, how could anything be done in this weather? Darla simply wanted to make sure.
This night Darla was doing the exact same. Her cloak looked a much darker green, and in the night without a light to brighten herself she looked very suspicious actually. But it wasn't like anyone would attack her right? The winds seemed a bit harsher, and Darla really could swear that there was a song playing! There was rain patting and pelting the inside of her brain, as it sounded, but she could still hear it clearly. It sounded near, but she could not find the source of it. Maybe it was just the howling wind going after her, as she concluded. It could be a time to take a much-needed break, and look! She was at the tavern. It seemed joyful and lively inside, much unlike out here in the dark and lonely storm. "Maybe I won't be spending the night alone for once..."
Before heading inside Darla squeezed as much rain water out of her cloak. It was hard because she couldn't see that far in front of her, but it seemed dry enough in her sore hands to put it back on and not drip an entire lake inside. Darla made a note to herself about not drinking too much, since she had to go back outside later to complete a run of the city. Gosh, she really would work herself to death one day would she not? There was not a crime to be seen or heard in all of Asgard, mostly thanks to her as she would say so herself. But not really, that would most definitely make her seem arrogant.
Stepping inside was basically a whole new world. Darla took the moment to stay still and dry a little, and also watch the other people. Men and women were being merry, most of which Darla could say that she knew, and were probably drunk. Maybe not, since the barmaid over yonder probably had to serve all of them, which was already enough for that young girl's plate. Yes Darla knew of Charlie, but since she wasn't much for the tavern scene she didn't spend time here enough to get to know Charlie. She was an interesting lass none the less, but everyone was to some degree. Maybe this was the chance to get closer.
Darla stepped over to the counter. She leaned onto the counter with the somewhat damp cloak hanging off her back(It looks like she didn't mind the somewhat transparent quality of her white shirt hehehehe). Another man was near there, a certainly interesting looking fellow indeed but strangely someone she never met. "Hey," she called out in greeting,"Is that song from outside coming from someone or something in here? I swear I could hear it all the way across town for the lord's sake." made by CAPTAIN of GANGNAM STYLE |
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Post by Charlie Crux on Oct 2, 2013 18:50:16 GMT -6
A crimson eye swept past the regulars and towards those who only rarely graced the tavern with their presence. Her attention split as several others began to answer in their loud drunken voices, but the beastgirl was able to extract out a soft and sober voice suffocated within the rest. In interest of listening to someone whose mind wasn't clouded with alcohol, Charlie lent a furred ear to the cloaked figure by the bar. She didn't recognise him – a first timer, no doubt – and he seemed abnormally silent, that is, if he hadn't spoken at all, Charlie wouldn't have noticed him. "Eh?" She drawled, confusion lacing her features over the first statement that came out of his mouth. Was that an ay or a nay? Withdrawing from the window, the young adult sauntered over to the one-eyed stranger to get a closer inspection of him. She sniffed the air for any inebriation, perhaps he had served himself - particularly desperate people seem to do that. The barmaid had witnessed her fair share of burly manly men who immediately went all Shakespeare on her after a drink or two. When her enhanced olfactory senses received not a single whiff of alcohol, Charlie could only assume that the man possessed a natural fondness of using flowery language which wasn't influenced by liquor. Maybe he was one of them elf or faerie folk who was yet to learn the modern conventions of the English language. Damn. That made it difficult to understand what he said. Despite this, the smile on her face mirrored his own as he mentioned both of the loss in one eye. Unlike the man's apparent aversion of contact with the counter, Charlie dumped both of her forearms onto the table and cocked her head slightly to the side. She didn't particularly mind his acknowledgment of her eyesight, but as mentioned earlier, the female couldn't exactly translate his speech. Was he flirting? Insulting her? Making a metaphor for the weather? She scratched her head at the area between her two-inch goat horns. "Uhhh... what?"In her peripheral vision, she could see another cloaked figure, unfortunately it seemed that this one had suffered more of the storm's aquatic fury. "Looks like that weather's really gotten to you, eh?" Charlie shot the female a warming smile as they joined their proximity and she tossed them a white towel, especially prepared for moments like these. "Nop, there's no music comin' from ol' Blue Moon. I'm afraid I'm as clueless as you." The beastgirl turned back to the man. "This gal's not insulted in the slightest." She said, pausing as he finally rewarded her with an answer after all that confusion. "Well, I don't know about faerie or elf guys, but I can't feel nuthin' except that this night ain't normal, it's just like the other weird one a few days ago. But a lament? You're pulling my goaty leg, that's a bit of a stretch – h-hey! Where you headin' off to? Ya didn't even order a drink!" Curiosity regarding the mysterious hymn was still enraptured around her heart and it seemed possible that this man had with him answers. Driven by impulse, she left the bar to a temporary assistant, in favour of exploring the song and extracting more information from the male. She turned back to the human girl. "I say, how about you 'n' me come explore this song thing? Dunno where this guy's goin', but it can't hurt to follow."★ yay! People!
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