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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 30, 2014 3:20:10 GMT
“Maybe, but then they don’t have any lef’ for ‘emselves. ‘Sides, some o’ ‘em aren’t happy any other time. I’ll see ‘em around, frowning. That’s not really happiness: to be happy for a short time, and then… Well, I’d rather be happy for a while than a short time and be angry the rest. …I don’t think I’m explaining this well.”
Cedric shook his head. Hon, if I can get through every Shakespeare work out there, I can probably figure out what you're saying. "It's alright, I understand what you're saying. Happiness is better when endured."
He really had no clue how to communicate with this child. In the area of talking to people when not undercover, Cedric was already a little inept. Children also didn't understand Shakespeare, and would probably just think him weird if he began spouting off nonsense in iambic pentameter. Of course, the scorn of children was much more obvious than the derision of most adults. Perhaps, also, more painful, because he recognized that in many way children were like him.
”Really? Could we?” This was closely followed by Daemey's assent to going to his restaurant of choice. ”Sounds good!”
Ced nodded. "Of course we can. Right over this way."
He tugged lightly on her hand, leading her over to where the Citrus Cafe was. It was decidedly odd to be the adult in this situation. He was used to commanding adults, of course, but... this was slightly different.
Of course, as a Vetr, he would probably never have children.
Entering the Cafe, he was met with the rather startled stare of the server. However, he had provided his patronage here before a few times, and was thus given a pleasant smile soon after.
"Welcome," the waiter greeted them. "Just you and the little miss, then?"
"Yes, table for two."
The waiter nodded. "This way, please."
The interior of the restaurant was a rather nice place, decorated in pleasing citrus-y colors of yellow, green, and orange, with vibrantly colored seats to match. Overall, it was a very cheerful place.
"Right here." This was followed by a gesture to a table right beside the windows looking out on the streets. "And here are your menus," the waiter continued, placing them in each seat. "Anything I can get you to drink to start off?"
Cedric figured that his usual fare of alcohol would perhaps not be the best influence on the young little Daemey. "You have fresh squeezed orange juice, right? I'll have some of that."
The waiter nodded, pulling out his pad to write down the order before looking at Daemey expectantly. "And for you?"
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: none wheee Notes: it sucks i am so sorry but hey ced is still being awkward i'll have some drakonrhedi burst in next post and be like "LORD VETR THINGS ARE HAPPENING" |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 31, 2014 2:08:39 GMT
"It's alright, I understand what you're saying. Happiness is better when endured." Daemey smiled. Good. He had understood. She never thought that she had been good at explaining herself. Sometimes the words would come, and they would always make sense in her head, but once she said them, people would look at her oddly. "Of course we can. Right over this way." He pulled gently on her hand to lead her to the restaurant. She was practically skipping as he walked. It was partly to keep up with his longer strides, but due more to her apparent happiness at the prospect of actually going to a restaurant. It didn’t take long to get to the café. The waiter gave Ced a bewildered look that soon turned into a pleasant smile. Was tha’… was tha’ ‘cause o’ me? She bit her lower lip, hoping that it wasn’t. "Welcome, just you and the little miss, then?" "Yes, table for two." "This way, please." Daemey stared at interior with curious eyes. It was orange and yellow and green. Definitely looked like the citrus fruit that one of the merchants sold, and the stand was often frequented by Daemey when the mood took her. Needless to say, he lost a quite a bit fruit to the little thief. The bright happy colors held her entranced. "Right here.” Daemey took her eyes off of the surroundings and slid into one of the seat and looked out at the people. “And here are your menus.” She glanced back at the waiter then down at the menu he had set in front of her. “Anything I can get you to drink to start off?" "You have fresh squeezed orange juice, right? I'll have some of that,” Ced said. The girl was looking down at the menu. Most of the stuff she couldn’t pronounce, much less understood what it was. Some of it she couldn’t read. "And for you?" She looked up sharply to see the waiter waiting for her response. Daemey cast an uncertain glance at Ced before she replied, “Uh… Same… please.” She couldn’t forget her manners here now could she? No, her mother would be disappointed. Anywhere else it would be fine, but not here, not in a restaurant. She glanced down at her hands. They were rather dirty. Everything else was nice and clean in the building and here she was covered in filth. Why had she she wanted to come like this? She felt as if she was going to get everything soiled with her touch. She wondered briefly if there was somewhere that she could clean up.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 31, 2014 3:37:15 GMT
Daemey seemed a little uncertain of herself upon entering the restaurant. Of course, Cedric couldn't blame her. There were people here, and he wasn't sure if she'd ever been to a restaurant before. He still had really no clue about her past, to be honest--she could have run away from home, been born on the streets, or had a family that were victims of the behemoths, like so many others.
Thus, when she glanced at him, he tried his best to give her a supporting grin in return. It was a little odd to have someone place such trust in him so quickly--but then again, he had saved her life.
“Uh… Same… please.”
The waiter nodded and scribbled something on his pad. "Of course. I'll be right back with those."
As he left, Ced's gaze drifted to the window, just in time to see a person rush down the streets. He frowned as the man skidded to a halt in front of the window, looked directly in front of him, then darted towards the door.
The Vetr let out a long sigh. He folded his hands and looked at them with a slight grimace on his face, as if awaiting his fate.
The man burst in, breathlessly rushing over to where Cedric sat, the waiter barely jumping out of the way before he was plowed over himself.
"Vetr Vyrrson!"
As the man paused to catch his breath, Ced spoke.
"Is it behemoths?"
"I- no sir." He leaned over, placing his hands on his knees to pout. "Brawl at the merchant docks. Apparently both sides were smugglers. Gang fight."
Cedric sighed, then turned and fixed the man with unamused blue eyes.
"Really?" he inquired, sounding as if he bordered on irritated. "You disturbed my well-earned lunch break for something as stupid as a gang fight? There's even procedure written up for this, Iduneus. Recite it for me."
The man blinked, then spoke. "Step one: attempt nonviolent resolution. Step two: only proceed with violence if extremely necessary, or at the discretion of a Pryfektus. Do not bother the... Vetr." He blinked again, looking suddenly quite red in the face for a very different reason than breathlessness.
"Now, did a Pryfektus send you to find me?"
"... No, sir."
"Are you capable of using the skills that you have spent at least six years honing to break up something among simple smugglers?"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
Cedric nodded in acceptance. "Now apologize to the waiter and the fine young lady whose lunch you have disturbed."
The Iduneus nodded, turning to Daemey. "Sorry, ma'am," he muttered, obviously ashamed, before giving a curt bow and striding over to offer the waiter the same sentiment and finally exiting the cafe, dashing off back to the scene.
Ced watched him go, then sighed.
"You'd think six years of training would be enough for them to stop freaking out over little things," he sighed. "I should institute more requirements for field missions in the city for those looking to become a part of my division."
He blinked, smiled, sighed, and turned back to Daemey.
"I really am sorry about that. Sometimes they just don't know how to react on their first few times in the field. They automatically latch on to the best authority they can find."
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: silence Notes: if daemey gets into the drakonrhedi it'll be swell ced'll just be like "/returns bloody from mission /stares at new tiros ohaidere" |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Apr 3, 2014 2:19:03 GMT
"Of course. I'll be right back with those." The waiter drifted away to get their drinks. Daemey went back to looking about the restaurant when she heard Ced sigh. She glanced over at him and by the look on his face that something was wrong. She gave him a curious look wondering what had happened. Her silent question was answered a moment later. "Vetr Vyrrson!" Daemey stared at the new man with wide eyes. His sudden and loud appearance had startled her. "Is it behemoths?" Behemoths? "I- no sir. Brawl at the merchant docks. Apparently both sides were smugglers. Gang fight." Daemey cast her blue eyes between the two men. What was going on? Ced sighed again. "Really? You disturbed my well-earned lunch break for something as stupid as a gang fight? There's even procedure written up for this, Iduneus. Recite it for me." Apparently Ced was more than he seemed to be, and Daemey was pretty sure she understood now who he was, and it explained a lot. Like how he knew how to fight, and why his clothes were nicer. The newcomer launched into the steps of the procedure of apparently how to deal with a gang fight. His face went red as he said, “Do not bother the... Vetr." Vetr. Iduneus. Pryfektus. She’d heard these terms before, and they were always used when someone was talking about the Drakonrhedi. About how great they were; about how they saved so-and-so; about how they defeated this or that; about how they were humanity’s protectors. They were the ones her father had told her so many stories of, of their remarkable drakes, how they fought for the people, of so many wonderful things that she couldn’t remember anymore. They were the ones her mother had believed in. They were the ones her mother cried out to help them when they were being attacked. They were the ones that were supposed to save them all. They were the ones that never came. "Now apologize to the waiter and the fine young lady whose lunch you have disturbed." "Sorry, ma'am," the man said to her. Daemey watched his retreating back for a long moment before she turned back to Ced as he sighed again. "You'd think six years of training would be enough for them to stop freaking out over little things. I should institute more requirements for field missions in the city for those looking to become a part of my division." He smiled briefly at her. "I really am sorry about that. Sometimes they just don't know how to react on their first few times in the field. They automatically latch on to the best authority they can find." ”You.” She paused for a moment and looked down at her grimy hands. Not looking up, she continued, “Drakonrhedi, right? They say tha’ you save people; you did with me. They say tha’ you defeat the behemoths an’ drive ‘em away. But,” she looked up and tilted her head, “where were you that day? Why didn’t you save us then?” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but rather merely curious, if a touch unhappy. --- Tag: Cedric Vyrrson Notes: That'd be fantastic. She probably be like, "Hey, Ced!" and then go pester him or somethin'.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Apr 4, 2014 22:12:38 GMT
"But where were you that day? Why didn't you save us then?"
Ced very carefully took a deep breath, hands going to the table's solid oak rim and gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The girl was looking at her hands, she was not looking up.
He closed his eyes, trying to contain the surge of emotion that washed over him. His voice couldn't break. He also couldn't get angry--not here, not now. The thought of fire sprung into his head, but he shoved it back. No fire, not today. No behemoths burning live as he watched them die for the pain that they had caused upon the thousands of innocents still on the land.
People were so stupid. So stupid for sitting right where the behemoths could get them. So stupid for believing that no matter what they did, the Drakonrhedi could save them. So stupid for thinking that there was something superhuman about him, about the entire group.
"Because I'm one of you, too," he murmured, barely audible. He didn't want it to be audible. It simply slipped out.
Releasing the table, he leaned forward with a sigh that, for the first time, betrayed how tired he was, sticking his fingers behind his glasses to place his cold fingertips, still tingling from the recent force applied to them, lightly over his eyelids. He stayed like this for a moment before he pulled them out and pushed up his glasses.
He would have to speak very carefully.
"I... I am sorry beyond what you think possible for the loss you've endured. We just. We can't be everywhere every time. We are people, and we are fallible, and the fact is that the behemoths are a much larger danger than most would like to think. We're no impervious knights in shining armor. We're people. And we fail."
He paused, sighed.
"It probably sounds like an excuse. A terrible, terrible excuse. It is, really. Being human is a poor excuse for an existence."
Wow, way to get fatalistic right in front of the impressionable young mind.
Look, her entire family was probably devoured in front of her. I can't make her much more depressed.
"I wish there was a way I could support y-" he paused, and his eyes narrowed suddenly as his mind was taken by a new idea. He stared off into the space above Daemey's head for a moment or two. "There is one way I could give you a job at this age.... but I'm not sure whether you would like it."
After all, not everyone was a born and bred infiltrator.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: Mind's Eye - A Gentleman's Hurricane Notes: AYYY THIS SUCKS AND TOOK FOREVER SORRY |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Apr 20, 2014 21:34:54 GMT
Cedric was gripping the tabletop tightly, his knuckles white. "Because I'm one of you, too," he murmured. One of us? A normal person? No, he wasn’t. Normal people couldn’t wield magic. Normal people couldn’t fight. Normal people didn’t have a drake. They didn’t save anyone, they didn’t really care, they only thought of themselves. He wasn’t like everyone else. He let go of the table a moment later and sighed tiredly before he placed his fingers over his eyes. The man then pushed up his glasses. "I... I am sorry beyond what you think possible for the loss you've endured. We just. We can't be everywhere every time. We are people, and we are fallible, and the fact is that the behemoths are a much larger danger than most would like to think. We're no impervious knights in shining armor. We're people. And we fail." Oh. She’d never really thought of it like that. A lot of people thought them to be these great, all-powerful beings who could do everything, even her. But if they, the Drakonrhedi, could shed other’s blood, then they could certainly lose their own. They were human after all. They had to show signs of worry, of fear, of being tired, like Ced, and of a lot of things that weren’t attributed to heroes. "It probably sounds like an excuse. A terrible, terrible excuse. It is, really. Being human is a poor excuse for an existence." ”Then wha’s the point o’ fightin’, an’ why are you a Drakonrhedi? If being a human is as bad as you say then why are you protectin’ people an’ making sure tha’ they live. You could ‘ave just left me there, but you didn’t, so surely it’s not tha’ bad.” "I wish there was a way I could support y-" he paused, staring above her head. “There is one way I could give you a job at this age.... but I'm not sure whether you would like it." The girl cocked her head, her lips parted slightly. A job? A job meant money and money meant food and clothes and other things. It meant that she could actually do things besides searching for food all day. ”Wha’ would it be?”
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Apr 21, 2014 0:33:04 GMT
”Then wha’s the point o’ fightin’, an’ why are you a Drakonrhedi? If being a human is as bad as you say then why are you protectin’ people an’ making sure tha’ they live. You could ‘ave just left me there, but you didn’t, so surely it’s not tha’ bad.”
Cedric blinked. He thought that the answer was fairly obvious, but perhaps the girl didn't realize that his rather depressing outlook on life was still a very selfish one.
"Because a bad existence is better than none at all," he responded. "Besides, eventually the behemoth problem will be cleared, and then our descendants will have happier lives because of us."
There was soon business to discuss, though, business that would help the little girl's existence be more worthwhile for everyone.
”Wha’ would it be?”
The Vetr paused as the waiter returned with drinks in hand. He placed them in front of the two, at which Ced murmured his thanks with a quick smile, then waited until the man was gone before continuing on in a low, calm tone of voice that blended in perfectly with the natural hubbub of the restaurant, but projected enough to be distinguishable for Daemey.
"As a member of the Drakonrhedi, it's my responsibility to see that peace is maintained throughout the clans," he explained. "Now, I can resolve issues fairly easily because of the Drakonrhedi's function as a peacemaking body and court of law. But the issue lies in the fact that I sometimes need information that the clans won't tell me, or forewarnings if tensions are rising."
He reached over and took a sip of his drink.
"Since you live on the streets, you're in a prime position to hear all the news from passerby and even root around some, once you get better. I would pay you to retrieve information for me. Your job would, however, be top secret for your own safety."
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on May 18, 2014 23:28:33 GMT
The waiter came back, their drinks in hand. He set them down in front of the two, and Ced thanked him. Daemey reached out and took the glass between her hands. Pulling it towards her she put it to her lips and sipped from it as Cedric started talking again, his voice low but loud enough for her to hear him. Obviously this wasn’t for everyone’s ears. She savored the liquid, holding it in her mouth before she swallowed. Ced picked up his own glass and drank from it before he continued on. The girl sat there for a moment, hand gripping the cup and eyes staring at nothing as she thought, letting the silence form between the two. So he wanted her to retrieve information that he could not easily, if at all, get his hands on. He would pay her for it, and she would have to keep it a secret. Safety and all that. The deal seemed good enough, after all Daemey could easily get the information he wanted. Making herself unnoticeable was something she was rather good at, as well as keeping secrets, and spilling some too. Why not put her skills to use and get paid in process? Yes, the deal was good in her eyes, but... Daemey nodded at last, setting the cup on the table once more. “A’right. But,” she fixed her blue eyes on him, “’ow much? An’ ‘ow do I know that you’re actually gonna do it? Af’er all, you may just pay me a penny and go on your way when you got wha’cha want.” It could easily happen. She’d seen it many a time, and experienced it once. Some kid had wanted her to steal an object and once he’d get he would pay her. But the moment his fat fingers had closed around the toy he turned and left, leaving her nothing but hate for him. Daemey didn’t want to hate Ced. She wanted his offer to be true. It sure seemed like it was, but she had to be sure.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on May 19, 2014 11:53:26 GMT
There was a moment of silence as the girl pondered his offer, which Cedric let her take. After all, he was in no position to begrudge her a chance to think about her future. Instead, he let his gaze drift outside, absentmindedly picking up his drink and sipping it as his eyes followed the chaos of the streets.
He automatically watched where no one would, a trick he'd learned a long time ago. Not just in shadows but in plain sight, where no one would particularly be paying attention. It wasn't hard to slip under peoples' radars, he'd found, and apparently a good number of people on the streets had found this too.
“A’right."
Cedric turned back to the business matter at hand.
" But, ’ow much? An’ ‘ow do I know that you’re actually gonna do it? Af’er all, you may just pay me a penny and go on your way when you got wha’cha want.”
He took a quick second to gather his thoughts, sipping his drink again.
"I personally pay people a little well for the information trade, you'll find," he stated. "Of course, the actual amount of money varies as per the information you gather--some will be much more useful than others, but I need all of it to put together the puzzle. The pricetag will also depend on how reliable your source is."
He put down his glass, glancing quickly at the waiter, who was coming their way.
"Twenty-five silver," he murmured, slightly urgently. "Not counting this lunch. To start, that is. The rest on delivery for information. Normally I wouldn't pay up front--as you say, can't trust the large majority of people--but I'd be willing to take a chance."
The waiter stopped in front of their table. "Are you ready to order?" he inquired.
Ced nodded. "I'll have the clam chowder."
The waiter returned the nod, scribbling it down on a pad and then turning to Daemey expectantly.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: ayyy none Notes: YAY SUCKY POST ok so i'm going to say that your average roll of bread costs about 25 copper and with 100 copper / 1 silver that's your price |
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