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Post by Satra on Mar 25, 2008 23:16:12 GMT -5
"Oh, haha, sorry, I forget sometimes. 'Shiny's an expression we use sometimes in the Bog. It's just a more fun way of saying 'good'. Old habits," she laughed. She tilted her head. Bad? As glad as she was that she was not chosen, she saw the necessity and good the Fiannas did. Well, she couldn't expect him to understand, the Highlands just didn't have the enemies the Bog did. However her face lit up at the mention of the knife.
"I'd love to see it!" she brightened up, very excited. Oh~ he's been to the Mid-Range? He must share that story! She smiled slightly as he pat her shoulder. "I was actually wondering why you bother to put your clothes back on instead of just shifting out..." he was going for the door...it was... so tempting...
It's not really giving into temptation if you think it's a good idea, right?
She sneaked up behind him, her hands hovering at his sides, "Hey, Bernard~" she teased to distract him up top while she yanked off his towel in one swift motion and dashed off with it giggling wickedly. She went to the door and took the food, however the servant dashed away rather quickly, looking terrified. Confused, Heilyn shrugged and closed the door behind her, setting the food down on the table. Snickering, she sat down on the chair, looking at Bernard, dangling the towel in one hand and eating slowly with the other.
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 26, 2008 14:12:38 GMT -5
"Is it? Shiny...makes sense...I rather like it." He grinned and chuckled a little, wringing out his hair.
He watched her face light up like a bulb when he mentioned the knife...He thought she would like that...He would have to dig it out and show her, that was settled at least...maybe if she liked it enough it would do as a birthday present? Hmmm, he would have to consider that, what with both his nieces reaching adulthood this year he was going to be poorer than the Lowlands...
Why he didn't just shift back...he wasn't sure he could answer that question...a flash of pain crossed his features before he shoved it away with a neutral expression, hoping she hadn't seen.
Then...his towel departed.
"Yes? I- Aaa! Heilyn!"
He yelped, backing up quickly into the bathroom again and fumbling as fast as he could for another towel, his face flushed crimson with embarrassment.
"What-! What in all the Highland Hills was that for!?"
He asked, voice rising, though more flustered than angry, as he watched her wave the towel at him and start in on the food. Still grumbling, he made his way over and grabbed the other towel from her, the one he was wearing clutched tightly around his waist... He was painfully aware of the scars crossing his back and the way his ribs stuck out.
"I'll take that thank you..." He muttered, still beet red and avoiding her eyes. She was probably re-evaluating him now...damn he was not the most attractive person... Moving to his closet he pulled out another outfit which looked exactly like his other one and moved into the bathroom again.
A minute later, he re-emerged, dressed and snagged some toast.
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Post by Satra on Mar 26, 2008 15:18:34 GMT -5
She saw but didn't really notice his look of pain, as she was too busy being a sneaky pervert. It took her a while to realize what it was she saw. She decided to ask him... when he was done being so flustered. Haha. Aw.  His voice was rising... maybe that was a little rude, he seemed a little mad. Flustered? Haha, but that shade of red... "Oh, honey, can I get that color in a lipstick?" she teased as he grabbed the towel away from her. He most certainly was not the most attractive man she'd ever seen, thin and disturbingly pale. Even as a Bog Dweller who's environment blocked out most sun... that was the palest she's seen anybody. But, it was something about those scars... She wanted to touch and appreciate every one of them. She wasn't sure if what she was feeling was actual emotion or her lust mixing with platonic feelings. She would wait, as she assumed Bernard would want to, to figure it out. She was a near master at separating her feelings. It will only take her a little while to figure it out. She laughed lightly at him and pulling out a chair.
"Come now, sit. I'm not so wicked, y'know," she winked. Her expression changed slightly, "So... why don't you take you Biped Form?" she asked, curious, but not intrusive. |
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Post by Kiki on Mar 27, 2008 5:39:29 GMT -5
Nat and Satra
receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Nathalia on Mar 27, 2008 22:39:43 GMT -5
"No, I don't believe you can..." He muttered in response to the lipstick question...honestly. Still, he couldn't quite stop the flicker of a smile crossing his face.
He sat down easily in the proffered chair, much more comfortable now that he was clothed again, and munched at the toast. Reaching over the Coyote for some bacon, he sat back and tried to avoid her glances...
He still felt rather awkward about what he had done the night before...how drunk had they been? Had she even been drunk at all?....Why was she still here...? Heilyn....
"Yes, you are. You're the wickedest person, I've inducted into the Courts in years." He said with a smirk, sandwiching the bacon in the toast and downing it.
"Why don't I....? Ah...my brother and I looked... a lot alike...." Bernard shifted uncomfortably and stood, moving away from her. He didn't want to talk about it...Blaine...
"You wanted to see the Mid-Range dagger, right? Here, I'll run and grab it, hang on." He moved out into his main room, and dug around near where he had unearthed the viola, finally pulling forth a thin black box.
Ambling back in, he sat back down next to her, expression even but pleasant, as though nothing had been said to ruffle him. Pulling back the lid, he revealed the weapon.
Thin and as long as Bernard's forearm, the dagger was in excellent condition. It was notched at the very edges so that if pushed into flesh it would tear on the way back out, and it had a slight wave to it...the pommel and hilt were simple black leather but had a ruby set in the center.
"Have a look, it's lighter than it seems."
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Post by Satra on Mar 28, 2008 13:47:12 GMT -5
She was glad he was able to appreciate her joke, even if he only showed it a little. However, he was still being quite awkward. She took a breath and gave a silent sigh. So they couldn't just be friends with benefits without having to talk about it first? Was he unhappy because he was drunk? Would he have rather been sober? Is he thinking that Heilyn wouldn't have do it if she hadn't been drunk? That is very easily proven otherwise. Surely he doesn't think he's taken advantage of her.
That, and one look at the nearly half-empty vodka bottle still sitting on the nightstand in his bedroom will show for that... She merely chuckled wickedly at his comment regarding her personality. Well, no use in refuting it, is there? She, however, did not like the discomfort she caused him with that question. She resolved to not ask him questions about that particular part about his past...
"Ah, I see," was her response, giving that part of the conversation a finalized tone. She missed stabbing some eggs with a fork when he mentioned the knife, her attention diverted. "Yes, please!" she brought an empty fork up to her mouth. Feeling a touch silly, she then made sure her hands were clean before handling the weapon.
It was gorgeous. Its shape, craftsmanship-- she could feel the sharpness of the blade through her gloves. On top of that, despite not being the close-range combat type, Bernard had very obviously been maintaining the blade very well. She bit the inside of her lip and cleared her throat to prevent herself from drooling.
"I'm the hand-to-hand type myself, but this... I could fuck shit up with this." There was a slight quaver to her voice as she forgot her hunger for a moment. ...thoughts... passed through her mind as a black gloved finger ran down the broadside of the blade over the graceful swirled pattern of the masterfully folded steel. The things that could be done if the Mid-Range steel techniques and Bog magical enhancement had little sharp, shiny babies...
She didn't really realize that her facial expression betrayed her glee provoked by the thought.
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Post by Nathalia on Apr 2, 2008 12:37:19 GMT -5
Bernard was only too glad to drop the subject of his Biped form...too many people wanted to know and he wanted very badly not to have to tell. He was being an idiot about it and he knew it...he didn't need anyone to remind him. Especially not someone as blunt as Heilyn.
"I figured you would like this."
He chuckled, watching her miss stabbing her egg and bite down on an empty fork. The way that she admired the blade simply secured in his mind that he would have to get her something from the Mid-Range someday, she looked as though she could use a good weapon any way, maybe a dagger like this one? Or a rapier...
"Hand-to hand? Hmm, you might want to look at their catalog of hidden blades sometime. You'd probably fancy some of their boot-knives, or perhaps one of the small "sliver" knives, made especially for women to stuff down their shirts."
He shook his head and began attempting to comb out his hair with his fingers so that it would dry better. Lin had always wanted one of those "sliver" knives. Blaine had expressly forbidden it on the grounds of denying her any night-time fun...he was afraid she would use it on him... Which, of course, was precisely why Bernard had purchased her one as soon as he could... Hills Blaine's expression had made it all worthwhile...
The kiss from Lin hadn't hurt either...
"The delight I spy in your expression tells me that I'm at least right about you wanting something. I'll have to give you some better descriptions of their usual wares sometime, the Mid-Ranger's don't normally sell their weaponry outside of the realm but...on occasion...if you know one."
He continued to watch her expression, glad to have gotten the topic out of uncomfortable waters... Though he still didn't know how he would explain himself to the Court...his nephew was going to skin him alive...
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Post by Satra on Apr 2, 2008 13:36:29 GMT -5
Ever since having hands, she'd held and handled many weapons, but none with as perfect of balance as this one. It felt... almost like putting it back in the box was like denying her hand of something wonderful.
But at the same time, it felt foreign, like another weapon belonged in them... something in the back of her mind... a growling stomach reminded her that she needed to be filling it rather than drooling over something she couldn't eat.
"I'd definitely like to take a look into hidden weapons!" she said, putting the dagger back and returning to her food. She wondered about stuffing a hidden knife down her shirt... hmm, there wasn't much room to hide a weapon between those little things, was there? However, there was plenty of room to hide something in her boots. I wonder how that would translate into the other forms...?
She looked at him, blinking, then swallowed the food in her mouth.
"You, uh... you're full already? Or is something wrong?" It always disturbed her when people didn't eat. She was someone who enjoyed food very, very much and it worried her when people she cared about didn't share that joy.
She looked over his face. Despite being a touch on the scrawny side, he was a very handsome man. She like the way his face was put together. Even the size of his nose was a feature rather than a distraction from the entirety of his appearance. It seemed like every Bird she knew, especially the Raptors, had the same thing going for them. A handsome Highland King? He must have quite a few stories of relationships while he was in his prime...
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Post by Nathalia on Apr 2, 2008 14:08:48 GMT -5
When she finally placed the knife back into its box, Bernard had to bite back a small laugh at her expression. As though she were depriving herself of something marvelous.
"Hidden weapons are quite nice, I must admit, I've had a few friends who have them on their person at all times and use them rather well." And it does seem your style, doesn't it? He thought watching her dig back into her food. You're full of surprises...I wonder what else you've managed to wriggle your way into...or out of?
"Hmm?" He had already forgotten about eating...at least as far as he was concerned. The discomfort at the beginning had rather put him off his food but...maybe he should eat something... "No...just... Nothing, give me the toast, will you?"
He flushed a little as she handed it to him and gave him a searching look. He was unsure of what to do with himself and simply tried to scarf the toast down before he lost interest in it again.
"Mmm. I should warn you though, when you have a hidden weapon...it's best to stay in your Human form, or clothe your Bipedal. Otherwise they tend to fall off with a sudden change and get lost. I remember a Corvie friend of mine doing that...lost a blade worth 50 gold in one change."
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Post by Satra on Apr 2, 2008 14:36:21 GMT -5
She smiled and handed him a piece of toast. He hadn't used the word 'please' in anyway, in fact, he wasn't really formal at all in the way he said it. She liked that. Very much. With someone like him, it meant closeness (if you weren't someone he disliked, anyway... vaguely she wondered how he acted around people he didn't care for). She was someone he didn't have to continually worry about offending. She winced.
"50 Gold? Damn, not even a Corvie deserves that..." that was a real shame. She wondered, "What if they're strapped to me instead? Like if I had a boot knife that was strapped to my leg rather than just tucked into or attached to my boot?"
His hair... was amusing. She always wondered about the swirls. Did, say, Lowlanders have the same thing going for them? That would certainly be interesting. She wiped off her already clean gloved hand and reached out to gently work out a knot with her fingers, not thinking anything of the action. Hell, it's not like she hadn't touched him in more, uh, personal ways, so what did it matter now?
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His voice was rising... maybe that was a little rude, he seemed a little mad. Flustered? Haha, but that shade of red...
