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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 17, 2014 12:51:02 GMT
Ade kept drinking.
He supposed that with this rather swift and deceptive change of plan, that was all well and good, but he really needed to not carry a drunk Ade back home.
"Are you pregnant?"
She's a lot drunker than you think, Ced.
"No, but are you."
Or she's a really weird drunk.
"Drunk. Are you drunk? I didn't see you drink stuff."
He frowned at her. Quick, how has Freya said I act when drunk?
"Are you joking? I've had--" He paused, raising his hands to count on his fingers. "One... Two... Three--Threey.... Three-ty-eleven."
The waiter, at least, wouldn't be back. He knew the Vetr well enough to understand that Cedric was done and probably now interrogating someone. Nicely. Over dinner. Cedric had style that way.
"Of course I'm drunk. Drunk as... a moose who's had a barrel of ale," he finished, then giggled at his own terrible analogy.
I must suck to be around when drunk. She'd better give me some information for this particular effort.
Oh, so now you're entitled to information for deceiving an innocent and quite possibly someone you would consider as a partner?
In this particular case? Yes. Three-ty-eleven, self.
"I like your nose," he blurted out suddenly, just to keep the conversation on its toes. And hopefully moving in the direction he hoped it'd be.
Anyway, if Ade figured it all out, she hopefully wouldn't remember. Just have the vague sensation that she couldn't recall something important, and that it involved Cedric, and things would be alright, because he could control things. So long as she didn't suddenly declare that she might like him back.
Then he might have some issues.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 18, 2014 4:53:38 GMT
"Are you joking? I've had--One... Two... Three--Threey.... Three-ty-eleven."Huh. Maybe he was drunk? Perhaps she would've scanned his aura at any other moment, but her inebriated state of mind didn't even consider the idea. "Of course I'm drunk. Drunk as... a moose who's had a barrel of ale."Ade giggled at his drunken being, responding as though she had just processed his previous statement. "Heh. Three-ty-eleven isn't a... a... thing."She swallowed another mildly smaller portion of her drink. You know, she should go eat things more often. Or go force this guy to get her things to eat. Ha. "I like your nose."She stiffened slightly, instinctively reaching up to pet the hunk of cartilage resting in her peripheral vision. How long had that been there? Probably forever. And why was it so fun to push? Like a little button. Hehe. She proceeded to play with her nose, her eyebrows tightened as she almost unconsciously stroked the bridge. It was so nice to play with! Why hadn't she thought about this sooner? "I thin' I like it too," She mused, her gaze finally lifting to meet Cedric's. Well, "meet" probably wasn't an appropriate term. She had no idea if her dormant eyes had actually resurfaced, but she directed her attention towards him nonetheless. "Hey, I bet you 'ave a good nose." She studied his unapparent features, her face contorted into some amount of intrigue as she stared at him. Of course, she couldn't actually view the man, but she couldn't refrain herself. "I bet you got good lips too."
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 18, 2014 15:45:00 GMT
"Heh. Three-ty-eleven isn't a... a... thing."
Cedric giggled in reply. "I... I meant four inches."
He was starting to remember why he hated himself drunk. And, along the same lines, why he hated acting like he was drunk. Although he was terribly awkward when it came down to things, that didn't mean he couldn't pull off some nicely convincing deceptions. As a student of Shakespeare, he did tap into the world of drama and fine arts. However, that didn't mean he enjoyed the roles.
Come on, Ced. Make Shakespeare proud.
Shakespeare's dead, you think he cares?
Ade had begun to play with her nose, brow furrowing. She is so drunk.
"I thin' I like it too."
He nodded sagely in reply, as if he were the master of the noses or some shit like that. This was totally off the cuff at this point, he didn't know what the heck he was doing. It probably wasn't working anyway.
"Hey, I bet you 'ave a good nose."
The Vetr blinked in surprise. I... do?
Drunken babble, Cedric. Drunken babble.
"I bet you got good lips too."
Could he attribute all of that to drunken babble?
Flushing with the praise, he gave a mock bow before returning to his position, leaning in over the table. "Thank ye, thank ye. O' course, I bet you do too." Usually it'd just be returning the compliment. Now? It was a test. There was no way to pass or fail, of course, but it was a test nonetheless.
I'm not sure I like where this is going. But I'm going to have to deal with it. Just stay calm, Cedric. Stay calm.
What if this did escalate?
I'll knock her out. Using the sinus method, though. She won't feel pain, and she's probably close enough to the border that I can push her over without much effort, bring her back to the Drakonborg, and then consult Freya.
Cedric, evidently, had no clue what he was doing.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: silence Notes: wow the tags are really invisible on your table i ought to fix that |
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 19, 2014 1:31:06 GMT
"Thank ye, thank ye. O' course, I bet you do too."Ade noticed an amount of embarrassment flutter through his system. Or... Wait, what did embarrassment look like again? Maybe that was something else. Probably. Probably not. Still, the response caused her to bring her fingers to her lips. "Thaer so scuhwishe," She observed, her voice both muffled and impaired as she tugged on the piece of flesh. Haha, maybe she should feel his too. Whoa whoa bad idea. She acquired yet another sip of the alcohol, setting it down surprisingly gently as her gaze fixed itself on him. Actually, maybe that wasn't such a shitty idea? He did have blue hair, after all. Which was apparently the only necessity. No, that's dumb. You're dumb. How dumb. Stop it you're being dumb. He has a crushything, remember?Ah, not like she really cared. She was capable of smooching whoever she damn well pleased. Um no that's stupid. Stop yourself.Why should she? She was allowed to have fun, right? People did it all the time. Holy shit no quit it.She had, through the constant self-conflictions, leaned noticeably closer to the man. Her eyes were fixated on him, brows still sewn together as her thoughts ran rampant in her head. I wonder what they feel like, though?Her arm abruptly outstretched, her palm resting atop his face as she blindly groped for his mouth. Her fingertips hastily traced his features, quite possibly injecting themselves into his eyes a multitude of times. No, further down. That's a nose I think. Haha, his is fun to poke too. No, okay. Down more. Yeah! These things.She squeezed the brim of his lips together, her face continuously serious as she determined the spiffiness of his lipiness. "Yers are squishy too," She stated in a matter-of-factly tone. They seemed somewhat thin, but were no less entertaining to handle. Still, nothing could logically explain the motives of her next act. She quickly retracted her hand, only to find herself white-knuckling the collar of his shirt. A visible smirk replenished her previously ade-mant expression, an eyebrow cocked coyly at her opponent. Her emotions went, literally, to every sense of the word, haywire. Had she been able to fully perceive her own, a mere glance would have likely induced her with a migraine. Which way's up. Which way's down. Where's the floor. I like your face. Her thoughts detonated in her head, littering her brain cells in the mere millisecond that passed. She flung herself forward without any amount of a previously spawned indication or exhortation or weird-ass omen to predict her course of action. Their lips clashed together before she could fully assimilate her state of being. Tags:Cedric Vyrrson Inspiration: IT WAS WHEN THE DAY MET THE MOON BUT THEN YEAH Notes: HAHA OKAY THIS POST IS JUST JUMPING AROUND EVERYWHERE BUT ALRGIHT WHATEVER *distant chanting* knock her out knock her out Table made by Opal.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 19, 2014 2:25:11 GMT
"Thaer so scuhwishe."
Cedric, I think you have failed to comprehend how purely drunk this woman is until this point.
He grimaced, trying to shut out his own internal monologue. It didn't work, of course.
Look, okay. What's worse case scenario at this point?
She kisses me.
Wait. I actually think that's best case scenario.
Wait. What?
Cedric really hated his internal monologue. Even as he silently cursed it, he continued thinking it though.
You've just met her!
She has blue hair! And can beat the crap out of people! And knows Shakespeare! By the roosts of the Drakonborg, she's like perfect for me!
How do I know that? I haven't known her for long at all!
She's a Drakonrhedi, she's got to have some sort of excellence in all regards! Besides, we have proved a very effective team in multiple endeavours. She's pretty, she's like me, and--
He was suddenly all too aware that Ade was only a few inches away from him.
I warned you.
Could he somehow shut those thoughts up? Maybe, like, meds.
Cedric, bigger worries right now.
Oh, right.
Just then, Ade's fingers made contact with his face. He blinked in surprise, sitting stiffly and uncertainly as she plied his face. His glasses, luckily, shielded him from any eye-poking damage.
"Yers are squishy too."
"I'm- glad to hear that."
Her hand withdrew, then flew out to grab the collar of his shirt.
AND YEP I'M DONE FOR.
She was smirking.
CODE RED CODE RED RAGNAROK INCOMING.
"Fu-"
Something came into contact with his lips. Something being Ade.
His expletive was strangled halfway out his mouth.
For a moment he was frozen as a series of thoughts ran circles through his mind, mostly involving swear words. However, a few more productive ones involved freaking out, notes to ask Freya about courting people, and observations like the fact that he was leaning into the kiss--
He was leaning into the kiss.
He flushed red as the fact hit him smack in the face.
Abort mission!
How?
You had a plan for this, Cedric!
That's right, he did! What was it--knocking her out!
The Vetr's eyes flickered open, one hand weaving itself in her hair to steady her head. He knew of a small sinus, just below her left ear, that could fool the brain into knocking someone out cold. All it would need was a bit of pressure.
Reaching up with his other hand, he traced his fingers along the line of her face, then swiftly sunk them into place.
When she was sufficiently knocked out, he pulled away, took a moment to gather his breath, then began to figure out how he was going to transport an unconscious Ade back to their ship.
| Tags: Ade AlvadottirInspiration: Ayreon - The Fifth Extinction Notes: I hope you don't mind that I powerplayed a bit. Just wanted to finish up the thread. |
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