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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 14, 2008 12:16:51 GMT -5
His left arm, still wrapped in its bandage lay resting on the counter top. Looking at it the red mouse gave another foul curse. Everything that that arm represented pissed him off.
After downing most of the blessed alcohol in the mug before him, he covered his eyes with is right hand, trying to block out the memories that still haunted him. It was all too much for him to handle, too much blood had been shed and too much of that blood still lay on his hands – even if it had all been physically washed away weeks ago.
Everything he had been going for seemed pointless now. How could he plan on becoming the Queen and protecting others if he could not even protect his most precious friend? He had been fooling himself, he knew that now. There was nothing else to live for.
He had not left the pub since he had gotten back nearly three weeks ago. He had not even said a greeting to Minh or anyone else; he had barely had more then a glimpse her on his way to the pub when he had first gotten back to the Capital.
Giving way to another foul string of words, letting his frustration be voice, he tightened his fist in his fur. He only had one goal now and that was to make sure he did not feel anything every again.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 14, 2008 12:33:18 GMT -5
Shinrai stepped into the bar, a dark blue cloak wrapped around his body though it didn't obscure the kingly aura that now followed him constantly. People moved instinctively out of his way but the stallion barely even noticed it anymore. His grey-green eyes searched the crowded, smoky interiour until he finally found just who he was looking for. The tall Marshdweller strode quickly to the little booth back in the corner and dropped himself nex to the shorter red figure there. A waitress came to his side and he signalled for a mug absently as he stared at his friend.
The mouse didn't look good, and that was a generous approximation of just wot the Morganberry looked like. The man looked toasted. Sloshed. Drunk. Drunk off his tail. Badly.
"Aderlass. It's been awhile." A very long while in which it was evident Aderlass had only been drinking.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 14, 2008 12:57:06 GMT -5
He barely noticed when the Marshdeweller dropped himself gracefully in the spot next to him. When he glanced up at his friend he was sure that his friend could see all of the pain that swirled inside him through his eyes. Not wanting to his friend to see his pain and weakness he quickly glanced away from the equine.
“I am sure it has been a while.” His voice was raspy from being parched and its not being used. He had lost track of time, his attempts at working on keeping the alcohol levels high having succeeded.
He almost wished that his friend had not shown up. It seemed to make things more real, forced the reality he was hiding from to be truth.
Resisting the urge to curse his friend out for the pain, he finished off the rest of the alcohol in his mug before signaling to the waitress for more. If she was worried about his recent, well week’s worth, of intake she might say something to his friend, not that the mouse cared one way or the other. He had a goal. Feel nothing.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 17, 2008 21:22:11 GMT -5
Rai caught the eye of the waitress and gave her a sharp glance and a swift hand motion signalling that the mouse was now cut off. She seemed almost hesitant, when the stallion deliberately let his cape gap enough to prove his rank. She glanced at the other man and relief painted her features before she bowed and swiftly made her retreat. She didn't seem to want to be the one Aderlass remembered had agreed to cut him off.
"Yes," the stallion replied easily. "It has been awhile, though how you were ever able to keep track of that with how much you evidently been ingesting is beyond me. I'm actually rather surprised to see you sitting here rather than passed out beneath the table." A different waiter dropped of Rai's mug and the stallion deliberately took a long pull from the glass.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 17, 2008 22:08:04 GMT -5
His voice was rather slurred when he spoke. “I was passed out under the table . . . yesterday?” he mumbled to himself as if to prove his point against the horse’s.
He was more then happy about the amount of alcohol he had been ingesting, a bit more would be lovely. He motioned towards one of the waitress with the intent of getting more. The waitress seemed to dart off towards where another customer sat.
Narrowing his eyes he tried to keep his focus on his task, rocking a little in the chair. “Bloody wench.” He turned back towards the counter to stare into his mug, taking another sip.
He had almost forgotten that his friend was sitting next to him. Starring at his cup again he mumbled something along the lines, “He’s gone you know.” He said it in such a manner that it was like he expected the horse to know what he was talking about.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 18, 2008 3:02:51 GMT -5
The stallion's ears flicked back at the other man's words as he seemed to taste their validity on the edge of his drunkenness. It was hard to see his friend like this and for a long moment, the stallion looked away and fingered his mug, fighting a desire to just backhand the mouse in hopes that it might pull him out of the deep funk that was evidently sucking him away. Argh.
But the next words distracted him and the man turned back to glance at the Morganberry mouse curiously. "Is he now?" He kept the words even and calm. "That's a real shame." Actually, he had absolutely no idea how to approach this situation, and he was hoping that this was an all right reaction because all he needed to do was send Aderlass right over the edge. That would definitely not be helping.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 18, 2008 15:28:17 GMT -5
He muttered a string of curses under his breath as he slammed his left, bandaged arm against the table top. “It is all my darn fault too. I hesitated and look where it got me. Where it got him.” He took a swig of the last of his alcohol. When no waitress came to refill it as quickly as they had been doing in the past he gave another utterance of curses.
“I should have been able to help him, instead I did nothing but harm . . . I failed. Wot good are my goals if I failed?” He muttered to himself as if seeking answers though he had zoned out again, pretty much forgetting that his friend sat besides him. He was drunk enough to numb his mind and make his movements and words sluggish but no where as near as drunk as he would have liked.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 26, 2008 11:40:02 GMT -5
Rai listened quietly for now but finally offered quietly, "Sometimes people die. Despite our best efforts, people still die." It was still a dagger in his heart to say it, but it was true. For a grown man like Aderlass, and even for a little boy. The stallion leaned in towards the man. "The important thing is to not give up. Never give up, Aderlass." The grey-green eyes were intense as he tried to get through the alcohol and pain to his friend.
"Do you want him to have died in vain? Because you've pansied out? That's the best way to dishonour his memory and to waste the rest of your life. You're better than that, and you need to get off your lazy, drunk tail and face the world." Hard truths that might be too soon in coming. Rai couldn't really remember how Elias had dealt with his grief, but he was fairly certain there'd been at least on giant explosion when the older man had whapped good sense back into the boy.
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Post by Kasatsu on Jan 27, 2008 17:46:19 GMT -5
He was silent for a long moment, wither he was judging the man’s words or if he had not even heard the words was not obvious. He felt anger rise in him, the first real emotion other then the sadness and self pity that had been plaguing him for the last three weeks.
He let the emotions war inside of him. Honestly he knew that he could not stay here, he could not let his friend’s death be in vain, that because of all that had happened he had even more reason to go after his goals . . . but it was . . . something difficult to do.
Finally he turned towards the horse. “How dare you? You know nothing of this! You sit there and judge but you have never been through anything like this. Where the hell is my refill?” His voice was accusing as he talked to his friend, his anger rising till he shouted the last towards the pub’s general area.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 30, 2008 1:33:41 GMT -5
"Your refills have been cut off," the stallion nearly shouted in return. "Because you've turned into a drunken &@!#$@%!" He leaned close into his friend's face again and growled his next words, sounding a great deal like a canine. "You have -no- idea wot I've been through and I'm certainly not sharing with you tonight. I -will-, however, be dragging your sodden tail out of this dive right now and taking you back to a home, because you have responsibilities you #*@& well need to be taking care of."
The man rose, pushing off from the table with a controlled violence that bespoke his agitation a great deal more than his words had. If Aderlass was too drunk to figure this out for himself, fine; the stallion would beat it into him on the road back to Soberville and he'd make sure it was a lesson the mouse did not soon forget.
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