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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jun 8, 2014 5:08:07 GMT
 "A traditional Fallonkreath greeting. The idea is you swing a punch and the other man is supposed to catch it in his palm. Cedric here wanted to know a little bit more about our family history, and I offered to show him such a welcome. Unfortunately sometimes I forget that not all vikings are familiar with this tradition and urm, your poor friend received a hello I don't think he was expecting."Ade blinked, her brows furrowing slightly. He was content during the entire ordeal; he wasn't oozing with deceit, although a sliver of misconception riddled his aura. Obscure, but existent nevertheless. "Entirely my fault. But in all fairness, Cedric handled it rather well.""Mhmm."She didn't sound overly enthused, but it wasn't entirely disbelieving. After all, most people had a tendency to pick out the dirty details. Perhaps she could let it slide."What an amusing little fallacy you have there, Vilkas, but I suppose I'll go with it.At this point her eyebrow reached maximum elevation. So he was lying! See, this is why she should always go with her gut. Her gut was always right! Well... there were a few times that is was more or less efficient, like that time she kissed Cedric. But hey! She was intoxicated and her gut was malfunctioning. She should always go with her sober gut. "Hmmm... you're tricky. Don't think I don't see it." She took another casual drink, eyeing Vilkas over its rim. "I wonder, how good are at telling the truth?""I was just saying to my brother how lucky the Drakonrhedi are to have a Vetr like Cedric. This man saved my brother's life, gave him protection while others couldn't. He's a hero, and a true friend to our clan."Her eyebrows had managed to straighten themselves at some point along the line, setting her glass in its prior position. Vilkas was certainly being genuine - of course, it was difficult to lie about something like that. Cedric really was an aforementioned hero. At least, he knew how to beat up people and behemoths alike. "Well, I guess you aren't too bad at it. Cedric's definitely a cool guy. I don't know what we'd do without him to be honest." "You must be honoured to serve underneath him."The reactions were quite entertaining, although the innuendo was a little more ambiguous from her perspective. Cedric, for one, nearly choked on his drink. Athie seemed equally irritate, whereas Vilkas was incredibly satisfied with himself. "Oh... um, yes."Cedric chirped after recollecting himself."I've said it before, but I am never drinking with you again. You keep making me nearly inhale my own mead. Not to mention the fact that the last time I went drinking with either of you, I ended up in a fight for some reason or other.""Hey, you can't say you didn't love it." It took her a moment before she fully recognized her words, followed by a sharp pang of regret.You piece of shit I swear. Can't you just... not talk? Laugh it off? Do you have to add your stupid side comments to literally everything? Ugh!"So, Ade, what brings you out to the Midgardborg at this hour of the night?"Ade perked up after inwardly scolding herself, her response incredibly hesitant. "Oh! Um... Well, I was just... meeting someone."Good. Keep up the suspicious behavior."A friend. Looks like they bailed, though." Okay, not too shabby. |
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on Jun 8, 2014 13:30:21 GMT
[attr="class","text"] [attr="class","heybabe"]  “hey darlin.
got any fallonkreath in ya? would you like some?”
"Mhmm."
The tone of her response suggested that Ade wasn't entirely convinced. Damn! Vilkas mentally cursed himself for not conjuring up a more solid excuse. Cedric hadn't been wrong however; she certainly was a masterful aura reader, nothing got past her even without the use of her eyes. Vilkas briefly pondered what she must be like on the battlefield, lacking such a valuable sense and whatnot. Pretty impressive, he concluded, if Cedric took a fancy to her - Vilkas figured the Drakonrhedi liked a strong, capable woman who could handle herself. He nearly smiled; don't we all?
For a moment, it looked as if she was about to let the lie slide through the net, and then Cedric had to open his big mouth.
"What an amusing little fallacy you have there, Vilkas, but I suppose I'll go with it."
Vilkas thumped his fist against the table - albiet playfully, and shot the Vetr an exasperated look. "And you're the man I thought was amazing as keeping up falsehoods?" he queried with an unimpressed eyebrow raised. It was worth noting however that his disapproval was all done in jest however, after all, it was Cedric's arse he was trying to cover here, not his. Vilkas gestured briefly to Ade, "Do you want me to tell her what really happened?" At this, he noticed Athie shuffle nervously out the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. "Because you know I can, Cedric." His voice took on a gentle warning tone, like a mother explaining the consequences of a bad action to a naughty child.
"Hmmm... you're tricky. Don't think I don't see it. I wonder, how good are at telling the truth?"
Vilkas gave a full grin, teeth shining like wolf's in the cost light of the tavern, "Trust me, darling, you don't want to even know the situations I've been in that require some masterful lies." At the word 'darling', Athie's head slowly swiveled round to shoot daggers at his elder brother. Vilkas quickly returned an innocent gaze back. If looks could talk, Athie's would've been something like;
'You're doing it again. You're flirting. Stop. Flirting'.
And Vilkas' would've said; 'Whoops, sorry. Force of habit. Can't blame a guy for trying.'
There was genuine truth in that fact however; sometimes Vilkas flirted simply out of instinct when sometimes he didn't have any underlying intentions at all - although he usually did. Not in this case however, even Vilkas was a little more respectful than that. Still, it didn't stop his brother shooting him a chastising look.
"Well--um, thanks."
Cedric seemed a little awkwardly surprised at the compliment, but Vilkas took no offense to that, pleased more than it had supposedly sat well with Ade. Men were usually too stoic to take such high praise, but in his experience (which probably wasn't the best thing to fall back on), Vilkas had come to learn that women were far more susceptible to flattery, especially where a romantic interest was concerned. Cedric can thank me on his wedding night, Vilkas mused.
"Well, I guess you aren't too bad at it. Cedric's definitely a cool guy. I don't know what we'd do without him to be honest."
And there it was; the softness in her voice that Vilkas had been expecting. You'd have to be a fool to miss it, or Athie, which he seemed to do, happily nodding his head up and down at Ade's words. But Vilkas latched onto it like a predator, eyes narrowing less than an inch as a dark curve of a smirk pulled at his lips. But almost as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by something much more airy and bright, "I'm glad to hear it. And I'm sure he'd say the same of you." Vilkas gave a brief nod as he downed a hearty sip of his pint, leaving his words ambiguous and giving Cedric the space to act accordingly.
Just gently nudge it along, Vilkas, no need to overdo it.
Perhaps maybe his earlier innuendo was perhaps a bit too much for Cedric. The Vetr spluttered and coughed, eyes round and wide with surprised. Vilkas had to refrain from rolling his eyes a little; was there really a need for so much theatrics? Then again, Cedric didn't seem entirely clued up on women and...other matters, so perhaps Vilkas could allow him a bit of leeway. Still, it wasn't as if Vilkas directly suggested they should jump into bed together, although it was fully in his capability to do so, but even he wasn't that cruel.
"Oh... um, yes."
"I've said it before, but I am never drinking with you again. You keep making me nearly inhale my own mead. Not to mention the fact that the last time I went drinking with either of you, I ended up in a fight for some reason or other."
Vilkas gave a brash scoff, as if he wasn't the one to blame, and took another drawn-out sip. He was reaching the end of his mug - bugger. He noticed too that Cedric and Ade were beginning to fall a little short on their own poison, so he nudged Athie suddenly to grab the younger lad's attention, "Here, Athie. Fetch another round will you?" At this, he delved a hand into his pocket and fished out the correct coinage, "Make 'em strong, won't you?" Vilkas gave a small wink, and Athie returned it with a look of uncertainty, but accepted the coins and trotted off nonetheless.
"So, Ade, what brings you out to the Midgardborg at this hour of the night?"
"Oh! Um... Well, I was just... meeting someone. A friend. Looks like they bailed, though."
Vilkas' eyes flicked between the two, observing their interaction closely. Urgh, small talk small talk small talk. He could've bedded the lass and be ordering her breakfast by now! Still, he had to keep all signs of impatience to a minimum, lest Ade pick up on the signals, and he knew she would if he wasn't careful. "Well," he began, with a sense of certainty, "-now you can meet another friend." He gestured to Cedric, "Cedric here tells me you're an incredible aura reader, the best in fact." (What? He could pepper the Vetr's words a little.) "He certainly wasn't wrong, that and all the other things he's told me about you."
Just leave it hanging, Vilkas, adda boy.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jun 8, 2014 17:56:37 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]height:740px;width:460px;background-image:url(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g385/Opalearth/cedricfadeything02.png);margin:-790px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:30px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"]  "Mhmm."
Ade's voice seemed to indicate that she was about to let his little lies slide. Cedric was rather glad that he's blown away that illusion. Vilkas did not seem nearly as pleased, however.
"And you're the man I thought was amazing as keeping up falsehoods? Do you want me to tell her what really happened? Because you know I can, Cedric."
The Vetr chuckled. "I certainly would have no objections to the actual story--not something you made up. It's a rather amusing tale, from my point of view. But your brother might not find it as nice of material for dinner conversation--so if you don't mind that, then be my guest."
"Hmmm... you're tricky. Don't think I don't see it. I wonder, how good are at telling the truth?"
"Trust me, darling, you don't want to even know the situations I've been in that require some masterful lies."
Cedric frowned slightly, a darker emotion flickering through his eyes. He coughed once, lightly, a quiet reminder that this action had not passed beneath his radar. But just like that, the anger was gone, Athie taking the time to chastise his brother.
"Well, I guess you aren't too bad at it. Cedric's definitely a cool guy. I don't know what we'd do without him to be honest."
Oh gods, now I'm blushing. While Ade couldn't see the heat in his cheeks, she could probably sense his embarrassment, which was more than enough to set her on the trail.
"You don't mean that. Without me you'd have to deal with much less shit and much less Shakespeare. Those are about the only two things I'm really good at."
Can we change the subject please?
"I'm glad to hear it. And I'm sure he'd say the same of you."
Is that an opening?
"Well, yeah. I mean, I've seen her kick ass in the past, and her aura reading is certainly a convenient thing to have around." When you're not being awkward, that is. "And she is my partner on missions, so I mean obviously she's doing something right somewhere to not be dead yet, with all the crap I do."
There was a small break in the continuity of their conversation to compensate for Ced's outburst. He really had to get better at not nearly inhaling his drink--apparently it was becoming a frequent occurrence nowadays.
"Here, Athie. Fetch another round will you? Make 'em strong, won't you?"
Don't have any, Cedric, it's a trap.
Athie seemed a little confused by the purpose of his mission. Hopefully Ced would have a valid excuse to abstain from any more drinking before the night was through. After all, last time had not turned out well for either of them. He supposed that if this turned into a repeat of their last drinking fiasco, Vilkas would not be particularly pleased with Ced's manner of handling things. Perhaps the Vetr would refrain from telling either brother that particular story, at least for now. He feared more 'intervention' from their direction.
"Oh! Um... Well, I was just... meeting someone. A friend. Looks like they bailed, though."
He suspected it was a lie, but all the same gave a slight scoff. "Jerk."
"Well, now you can meet another friend. Cedric here tells me you're an incredible aura reader, the best in fact. He certainly wasn't wrong, that and all the other things he's told me about you."
I said what?
Vilkas was not helping anything, at least on Cedric's side. The Vetr would've been perfectly happy to friendzone himself, at least until he was certain that Ade reciprocated.
"Well, I mean, she's had to refine her aura reading, and it certainly gives her an edge. It's also a handy trick when exploring dark caves that may or may not contain behemoths guarding a nest."
Cedric shuffled in his seat. Did Vilkas have to leave things hanging like that? Of course Ade would ask about them. And then he'd have to cover somehow. And he figured that no matter what he did, Vilkas would find a way to bring out the fact that he found Ade to be incredibly attractive. This was not a good night for him at all. Could he excuse himself? Vetr business? Find a way to drag Ade along with so that Vilkas couldn't tell her basically everything?
No, there was nothing he could do without a convenient behemoth attack, and as much as one would be, well, convenient, he couldn't wish that upon the populace.
Maybe getting drunk is a good plan...
What was he talking about? No. Getting drunk could do nothing but end horribly.
Maybe if he got Ade drunk she wouldn't remember what had been said. Of course, she might kiss him again. Did he have a problem with that? Yes, actually. Far too much ammunition for Vilkas to fire.
Besides, if she remembered what had been happened, then she'd be more wary of drinking around him, in which case she wouldn't drink much at all. In which case, it would just be awkward for everyone. It almost seemed like Ade made him feel awkward on purpose...
A rather strange thought, and one that he doubted. She seemed nicer than that.
For now, however, all he could do was sit and feel awkward--as well as refrain from drinking. It wasn't a good plan, but it was the best he could muster.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir, Vilkas FallonkreathNotes: wouldn't it be funny if ade got drunk again and ced knocked her out again and vilkas will just be liek "dammit guys" OR IF CED GOT DRUNK AND THEN KISSED HER AND THE ROELS WERE REVERSED but no bcuz val and i have plans |
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jun 11, 2014 23:07:35 GMT
"And you're the man I thought was amazing as keeping up falsehoods? Do you want me to tell her what really happened? Because you know I can, Cedric."Ade brought her mug to her lips, tipping the liquid into her mouth. She watched the two bicker about the preceding situation, her curiosity prodded even further. "I certainly would have no objections to the actual story--not something you made up. It's a rather amusing tale, from my point of view. But your brother might not find it as nice of material for dinner conversation--so if you don't mind that, then be my guest."She set her drink down, her gaze ricocheting between the two. Her finger traced the rim of the mug as they spoke. The story seemed fairly intriguing, but perhaps now wasn't the best time to tell it. With the way they spoke, it didn't seem to be entirely appropriate in this atmosphere. She cleared her throat. "Maybe it's best left unspoken. For now, I mean." She could interrogate Cedric later. "Trust me, darling, you don't want to even know the situations I've been in that require some masterful lies."Her brow cocked at his seemingly flirtatious tone, although he seemed to acknowledge his words with some form of undermined regret. Her gaze flickered towards Cedric, who underwent a brief flash of anger before returning to his average self. "Haven't we all," She cooed, her tone (quite by accident) mimicking that of Vilkas'. What are you doing! Stop talking!! "You don't mean that. Without me you'd have to deal with much less shit and much less Shakespeare. Those are about the only two things I'm really good at."Ade scoffed. "Well that's obviously not true! Except for the Shakespeare part. You're good at Shakespeare.""I'm glad to hear it. And I'm sure he'd say the same of you.""Oh, I'm a different stor-""Well, yeah. I mean, I've seen her kick ass in the past, and her aura reading is certainly a convenient thing to have around. And she is my partner on missions, so I mean obviously she's doing something right somewhere to not be dead yet, with all the crap I do."A small grin split her lips, saying, "Nah, I like your crap. Makes it fun. I mean, I've had partners in the past, and none of them would've let me burn up an entire Pyropan nest." She paused, retrieving her mug. "You're the coolest person I know."Another portion of her drink was transferred towards her mouth, causing her to realize that her ale supply was getting dangerously low. Vilkas had become well aware of this factor and ordered another round to compensate. It was bittersweet, really. Sweet in the sense that... well, more to drink! Bitter because there was an off-chance that she could unintentionally and possibly unknowingly make out with any given blue-haired Vetr in the tavern. Her intoxicated memory obviously wasn't reliable, either. Agh... maybe she should stop! Just leave right now. She didn't say that she would stay for too long, anyways... Cedric commented on her poorly assembled lie with a curt "Jerk", causing her to snicker slightly. "Well, now you can meet another friend."She turned towards Vilkas, her eyebrow raising with minor confusion. "Cedric here tells me you're an incredible aura reader, the best in fact. He certainly wasn't wrong, that and all the other things he's told me about you.""Oh!" She said, unaware that Cedric had spent his time talking about her. Sure, her name probably came up a few ties (they were partners, after all). But more? The aura reading ability was likely a given, but she couldn't just walk out of here with all this curiosity settling in her stomach. She cast a glance towards Cedric before continuing. "What did he say?" Tags: Vilkas Fallonkreath Cedric VyrrsonInspiration: BP Notes: omg im sorry this is totyally like bad how does smooth transition work dont ask me EDIT:: i want cedric to be xtra awkward so i gave her an accidental flirtatious tone towards vilkas lol oops dont worry bby she still love you she just likes making fun of people. Table made by Opal. |
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on Jun 12, 2014 22:12:54 GMT
[attr="class","text"] [attr="class","heybabe"] “hey darlin.
got any fallonkreath in ya? would you like some?”
"I certainly would have no objections to the actual story--not something you made up. It's a rather amusing tale, from my point of view. But your brother might not find it as nice of material for dinner conversation--so if you don't mind that, then be my guest."
Vilkas narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow quirked as his bemused expression spoke of his uncertainty of having Cedric's permission. In truth, he didn't know Ade at all (as much as he would've like to have been hailed a ladies' man) and Cedric was the one who was more aware out of the two of them as to what would fall welcome on her ears and what wouldn't - bonking someone's brother (or rather being mistaken for such a rendezvous) wasn't exactly something every girl wanted to hear.
"Maybe it's best left unspoken. For now, I mean."
Vilkas blew a raspberry and shrugged as he swigged his ale. In his mind, he carefully noted Ade's use of 'for now' and pinned it with a highly visible drawing pin on the noticeboard in his mind. Perhaps someday, in the future, when the two were an item (because believe the gods, Vilkas was going to ensure it) Ade would be subjected to the tale, and hopefully she'd be in a happy enough state to hear it, too washed over with romance for it to bother her.
Nevertheless, at her present disregard, Vilkas noticed Athie heave a sigh of relief. Honestly, he was so unsubtle sometimes. And that was coming from King Unsubtle himself!
"Haven't we all,"
Vilkas chuckled warmly, eyes briefly flickering around to Cedric to see if he shared the amusement because it became very clear, very quickly that he did not. The unimpressed, steely glaze in his eyes and that momentarily flicker of a frown halted the low giggle dead in Vilkas' throat and he knew instantly that he'd tiptoed ever so slightly over the proverbial line. Whoopsie. Vilkas cleared his throat, pretending the cold countenance of Cedric hadn't bothered and he'd merely responded out of politeness to Ade.
"Oh, I'm a different stor-"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I've seen her kick ass in the past, and her aura reading is certainly a convenient thing to have around. And she is my partner on missions, so I mean obviously she's doing something right somewhere to not be dead yet, with all the crap I do."
"Nah, I like your crap. Makes it fun. I mean, I've had partners in the past, and none of them would've let me burn up an entire Pyropan nest. You're the coolest person I know."
Vilkas leaned back in his chair, grinning, almost triumphant. Of course, it was debatable how much of the apparent romantic spark was being generated from his influence, but he liked to think he'd played a hefty part. Perhaps he should take this up as some sort of career? Once he played match-maker for these two, he could aid his tender-footed, awkward brother?
That was another thing; who was this Anton, this Drakonrhedi who had somehow caught Athuraadd's eye? Vilkas was skeptical, as any loving sibling would be. He made an inward note to perhaps meet this hot-headed apprentice of Cedric's. If he was anything like his mentor, Vilkas would be keen to keep a close eye on them both - with all respects to Cedric of course.
"What did he say?"
This was going to require some skill. Luckily for Vilkas, he'd spent his entire life sweet-talking and playing the ever doting charmer, even when sometimes the truth of his words was a little...peppered with a little embellishment, but he could be innocently sweet about it nevertheless. Then again, Ade was an aura reader, so Vilkas had to be extra diligent with what he said. Still, as long as his words maintained at least an ounce of truth, he was silently confident he could it off.
He started off with a small but genuinely warm smile, first looking at Cedric (almost reassuringly) and then back at Ade, leaning forward once more, body relaxed and content with years of experience under his belt. "He speaks well of your ability, very well indeed." He didn't say it suggestively, with flirtatious undertones or anything of the like. His tone was breezy, casual, matter-of-factly (you had to ease people into it, you see). He took another sip of his drink, pausing only briefly as his lips neared the rim to speak clearly, "You should take a good note of his approval." Having taken his final sip, he set the empty mug down and pushed it aside before looking back to speak to Ade again. This time, there was a certain softness in his eyes, a friendly one albiet, but it was sincere nonetheless, "He says that you don't know your own self-worth as a fighter and an individual." That was potentially a risky line, but there was some sort of truth in there. Vilkas had known a lot of self-conscious folk in his time (Athie, cough cough) and he reckoned perhaps with her physical disadvantage, Ade sometimes experienced moments of doubt and uncertainty. He was taking a blind shot in the dark, but then again, he liked to live dangerously.
It was with a brisk flourish that Athie promptly returned, with four large mugs divided between his small, fumbling hands. He attentively set them down and moved in next to Vilkas once more, face bright with the excitement of company, "They'd run out of Dragon's Bite, I'm afraid."
Vilkas thumped his fist against the table in overly exaggerated (but mock) disappointment. Athie piped up once more, politely pushing one mug each to both Cedric and Ade.
"So I got Hobgoblin instead."
At this, Vilkas' face visibly lit up. An especially feisty brew, certainly not for a rookie. Of course, both Fallonkreath brothers were gifted with hardened livers bred to cope with such a poison, but he wasn't so sure about Drakonrhedi...Still, he'd have fun watching their side effects! He clamped Athie playfully on the shoulder, "Good choice! Never let it be said we didn't teach you well."
Athie responded with a wide, child-like beam and took a long sip of his drink, Vilkas in tow.
Athie plonked his drink down enthusiastically, and turned to Cedric, face bright, "Oh, Cedric, do you remember ages ago when we first met, you were reading Shakespeare and I said my auntie used to have this favourite quote, but I could not -for the life of me- remember it?" He spoke quickly, but excitedly, nearly wiggling in his seat. Vilkas raised an eyebrow, his amusement clear. "When I was up there at the bar, just now, I remembered what it was; 'If music be the food of love, play on'." He turned to Vilkas, "That was it, wasn't it?"
Vilkas nodded and laughed, "Gods, I haven't heard that line in years." With this, he delve into one of the inside pockets in his heavy-set overcoat and from it produced a flute. A simply crafted instrument, with the engraving of a horse's head carved onto the underside. It had been his father's, but now the instrument had wormed its way into Vilk's possession. He poised the device correctly between his fingers and tooted out a brief but pleasantly uplifting tune, nothing special, but short and sweet, the opening of a well-loved Armfastrung melody. Athie recognized it instantly and clasped his hands together once the brief tune had ended.
"Stop it!" he laughed, thumping Vilkas on the arm, "Cedric and Ade don't want to hear you play!"
At this, Vilkas waggled his eyebrows at Athie and jokingly tooted a piercing, high pitch note in his brother's face.
Tags;;Cedric Vyrrson, Ade AlvadottirInspiration;; vgvrgdghhgfhshNOOOOoooooo Notes;;hobgoblin is actually a drink in Britain FUN FACT and actually it's pretty tame but LET'S PRETEND THIS ONE ISN'T. [newclass=.text]width: 460px; height: 660px; border: 5px solid #111310; position: relative; top: 0; left: 0; overflow: hidden; padding: 10px; font: 11px georgia; text-align: left;[/newclass] [newclass=.text .heybabe]height: 510px; width: 710px; position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; transition: all 0.6s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.6s ease;-webkit-transition: all 0.6s ease; -o-transition: all 0.6s ease; z-index: 3;[/newclass] [newclass=.text:hover .heybabe]height: 710px; width: 510px; position: absolute; left: -510px; top: 0px; transition: all 0.6s ease; -moz-transition: all 0.6s ease; -webkit-transition: all 0.6s ease; -o-transition: all 0.6s ease; z-index: 3;[/newclass] |
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jun 13, 2014 5:16:30 GMT
[newclass=.fyeahfade]height:740px;width:460px;background-image:url(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g385/Opalearth/cedricfadeything02.png);margin:-790px 0px 0px;margin-bottom:30px;padding:5px;color:#9f9f9f;font-family:arial;overflow:auto;text-align:justify;border-radius:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color:#e5e5e5;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#a9a9a9;[/newclass][newclass=.fyeahfade:hover]opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] [attr="class","fyeahfade"] "What did he say?"
No no no no red alert red alert ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION WE'RE GOING DOWN MAY DAY MAY DAY.
Cedric simply began to smile very, very calmly. It was almost, but not quite, calm enough to be unnerving.
Ade had turned to Vilkas, that meant that his earlier reply to the question was not enough for her curiosity. It also meant that he was screwed. Probably not literally, although at this point it might be Vilkas' motive. Scratch that, it most likely was why Vilkas was doing this. What else did that man think about, anyway?
Certainly not topics that you should dwell on, Cedric, especially in the presence of an aura reader whom you are attracted to.
"He speaks well of your ability, very well indeed."
Dammit, Vilkas, just because I tell you that doesn't mean you tell her that.
"You should take a good note of his approval."
Ced gave a small scoff and rolled his eyes. "What, because I'm a Vetr?" he inquired, sounding unimpressed.
He did appreciate what Vilkas was trying to do. But that didn't mean that Ade necessarily reciprocated his feelings, or that he was ready to reveal them. He needed a sense of confidence before he could tell her things like that, and currently that sense was entirely absent, especially (and specifically) in this regard.
"He says that you don't know your own self-worth as a fighter and an individual."
The Vetr paused, eyes narrowing despite his skepticism. He supposed that this was not often far from the truth. Several times Ade had demonstrated a lack of self-esteem. He supposed a lot of people showed this--Vilkas must be taking a shot in the dark, then, but with a very large round. Of course, such moments were not obvious, simply inferred moments of weakness from Ade's comments about herself. Perhaps some particular attribute that she was uncomfortable with, then? He marked that one down to delve further into later.
Their conversation was briefly interrupted as Athie came back, toting several mugs. "They'd run out of Dragon's Bite, I'm afraid."
Cedric waited for the 'but.' This piece of news would be his first good message this evening, and if he'd learned anything during his time as Vetr, it was that good news never happened.
"So I got Hobgoblin instead."
There it was.
Apparently they would be getting more intoxicated, and if his previous experiences with these three and drunkenness had been anything to judge by, there needed to be at least one sober man around to make sure that they didn't blow up anything nice.
"Good choice! Never let it be said we didn't teach you well."
Ced was not a very good drinker, mostly because he never drank as much as he seemed to. He had his ways of avoiding draining his mug to keep his wits about him.
"Oh, Cedric, do you remember ages ago when we first met, you were reading Shakespeare and I said my auntie used to have this favourite quote, but I could not -for the life of me- remember it?"
The Vetr nodded. "Of course. I usually remember things having to deal with Shakespeare."
"When I was up there at the bar, just now, I remembered what it was; 'If music be the food of love, play on'. That was it, wasn't it?"
Cedric gave a nod. "That'd be the quote." He paused, folding his hands in his lap. "Duke Orsino goes on to talk about death, but you know, it's a good sentiment." It wasn't technically death. It was the death of the metaphorical appetite for love, which was the death of love, which was, by the bard's own reckoning (if Othello was anything to judge by), just about as bad.
"Gods, I haven't heard that line in years."
I read that play three months ago.
He didn't say a word, though.
The Vetr's interest was soon snagged by what Vilkas was doing. He had pulled out a rather simple but obviously well-loved little flute and was--oh, goodness.
He was playing a song. Cedric had never heard it before, but he'd heard its type, the hapless meandering happy melodies that seemed to pervade the nicer parts of Viking culture. People needed a way to express all emotions, after all, even in their current ramshackle state of existence.
At the song's conclusion, he gave a brief smattering of applause, lightly tapping the upper halves of his fingers against the palm of his other hand. Not that rowdy clapping would exactly disturb the patrons of this bar (it was no Battleboar, but the Drakonrhedi ship bars could still get pretty loud), but he didn't feel like smacking his hands together.
"Stop it! Cedric and Ade don't want to hear you play!"
He really had no preference either way. He supposed it was a good idea to stick a flute in Vilkas' mouth to shut him up, but if music was the food of love, and he was encouraging playing on, then what did that imply? Probably overanalyzing, he decided. "You may as well keep out the flute."
Ced stared at his drink. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with it--he had no intention of getting drunk.
"Anyone want this?" he inquired. "I think you all need a sober chaperon, so that if any barfights happen we can get Athie out of here."
Besides, if they could get Ade drunk again maybe this time he could actually get some useful information out of her. Or Vilkas could, and then convey it to Ced before he forgot it all, like most drunks did.
Does Ade even remember what happened then?
He could find out, he supposed.
"Although I guess that... things... seem to happen when I'm playing chaperon. I suppose I can't back out now that I've already taken the job, though."
Her response to that might shed a little light on the subject. He was alright with her remembering the kiss, so long as she didn't realize that he'd knocked her out immediately after.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jun 20, 2014 1:21:26 GMT
A few moments of silence preceded the man's response, her anticipation ripening with every second that passed. "He speaks well of your ability, very well indeed. You should take a good note of his approval."Her brow cocked in an inquisitive manner, flashing a crooked smile towards Cedric after his next remark. Her ability certainly wasn't something to brag about; sure, she had a decent understanding of how to slay a behemoth, but that was a necessary component in anyone's survival. Well, any member of the Drakonrhedi, that is. "Noted," She said, leaning back in her chair. He likely brought her up for the sake of small talk, although it was always good to know that your partner didn't talk too much shit behind your back. "He says that you don't know your own self-worth as a fighter and an individual."Ooh, now that was interesting. "Did he now?" She asked, retiring from her previously lounged position. "And what makes him qualified to know my self-worth?" "They'd run out of Dragon's Bite, I'm afraid. So I got Hobgoblin instead."Ade turned her attention to Athie, who had returned to the table with an unrecognizable stock of ale. Hobgoblin, was it? Well, she certainly wasn't against trying new things! Mainly alcoholic things. Or weapons. "Good choice! Never let it be said we didn't teach you well." Ade swiped a mug from the boy, offering him a muffled "thanks" in return. She took a cautious sniff of the liquid - no reasoning behind the matter, she even considered the absurdity of her actions soon after. She tipped her head back and allowed a small portion of the drink to slither down her gullet, allowing her taste buds to decipher the rest. It was... quite nice, actually! Tangy. Something that she could learn to love within the next hour or so of her life. She watched Athie and Cedric discuss Shakespeare, her state of mind transfixed in the hobgoblin. The distinct chirp of a flute caused her to perk slightly. "Stop it! Cedric and Ade don't want to hear you play!""Aw, let him play. It's far too quiet in here anyways." She glanced at Cedric, who seemed to have rejected the drink. Hmm... well, she did remember him saying that he wasn't a fan of alcohol. "Anyone want this?" he inquired. "I think you all need a sober chaperon, so that if any barfights happen we can get Athie out of here."She looked at it longingly, although made no attempt to acquire the abandoned substance. "You sure you don't want any?" She asked, taking a second sip of her's. "Although I guess that... things... seem to happen when I'm playing chaperon. I suppose I can't back out now that I've already taken the job, though."What kind of thi- Oh.Damn. She had almost forgotten about that. A red color accented her cheeks, although she forced it down within the minute. She would not do that again. No. She would just drink a few more and then high tail it out of there. No kissing. She didn't need that memory to haunt her any more than it already had. div align="center"] Tags:
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SORRY IT SHITTY BUT I WANTED TO DO IT QUICK
also i have no clue what hobgoblin tastes like el o el
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Post by Vilkas Fallonkreath on Jul 13, 2014 23:41:08 GMT
[attr="class","text"] [attr="class","heybabe"] “hey darlin.
got any fallonkreath in ya? would you like some?”
"What, because I'm a Vetr?"
The unamused tone in Cedric's voice positively sliced through the air and lingered. Vilkas' mug stopped dead in the air during its ascent to his mouth and his smile fell flat. The comment had obviously been a throw-away joke, nothing of it, but the Armfastrung warrior took it as a personal remark against his services. Well now, he couldn't have Cedric being ungrateful, could he? If that's how you want to play, Vetr.
With a heavy thud, the wooden mug made contact with the table top once more. Vilkas licked his lips once. Athie visibly withered a little.
"Of course not," Vilkas responded, his tone much lighter than his countenance would suggest, after all, he wanted his dirty tricks to come as a surprise, "-it's because you're clearly attracted to this woman and it doesn't take a genius to see that she's also attracted to you. Isn't that right, Athie?"
"Urm, I-"
"Exactly. So, Cedric-" Suddenly the breezy, happy, typical Fallonkreath-grin returned, the sort of innocent, 'butter-wouldn't-melt' smile, "-drink up." He lightly tapped the Vetr's mug with his index finger, "You look thirsty."
"And what makes him qualified to know my self-worth?"
"Why, didn't you hear?" Vilkas offered lightly, taking his own mug back. Athie's head was now buried in his hands. Vilkas continued, "He's a Vetr." The 't' was harshly exaggerated, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth before it was quickly filled with ale.
"That'd be the quote. Duke Orsino goes on to talk about death, but you know, it's a good sentiment."
Out the corner of his eye, Vilkas watched his little brother simper a little, seemingly disappointed his newly remember quote wasn't as jovial as perhaps first thought. He gulped down two hearty chugs of his drink and set the liquid down, before reaching out to thump Athie on his shoulder, causing the younger Fallonkreath to squeak in surprise, "Pay him no heed, Athie," Vilkas encouraged, with a wide grin, "We Fallonkreaths have far better things to be concerning ourselves with. Shakespeare, Cedric?" He turned to the Vetr with a bemused expression, eyebrows waggled, "Do sonnets often get you into a woman's bed or...?"
Playing with fire. Vilkas liked to live a little dangerously. After all, Cedric was a big boy, he could handle it.
STILL NOT FINISHED REAL SORRY
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