Fantasy RP In the sleepy Tavern's noise, something blooms. Or burns, I suppose. (Rp with Knight with None and Zainhawthorne)

[zainhawthorne]

In a small town, name of Eastroyal, to the west of the large Elven Forest, there was a Tavern called "The Sleeping Bear."
There weren't a lot of folks in tonight, it was a quiet sort of night. There were some regulars sitting at the bar and talking about the daily events. The barkeep kept a half interested ear at the conversation as he cleaned. The barmaids huddled around in the kitchen to stay away from work. The cook hummed to himself as he stirred the stew in the cauldron over the warm flames. All in all, a very cozy environment.

There was, however, someone who stood out from the regular farmer folk and lumberjacks. A bright splash of blonde hair, and a coin that glittered in the air as he continuously flipped and caught it in his hand. He grinned to himself, a mug of ale by his side as he waited for some food to arrive at his table.

Salvatore was here. And he was finally free from dealing with his bullshit backstory.

Salvatore

Of course, he wasn't dressed like that. He was in a black cloak that had it's hood pulled back and a grey shirt underneath. Solid pants, good for sneaking and his boots thumped against the floor as he hummed to himself.

 

[Knight_of_None]

The thrum and bustle of the tavern kept things lively yet light, not a danger in sight, no unsightly figures lurking in the corners, no adventurerers guilds, or shady dealings to discreetly listen in on. Atleast none that would end up larger than hurt feelings or bittersweet romances. The doors were opened on the far side of the tavern, the crunch of roads gravel under foot and the usual greetings of the host if the tavern came up. "My lady, Welcome to the Sleeping Bear!" The host said, ushering said lady inside. Over her shoulders was a thick white fur coat, shielding her body from the elements...among other things. She had a long staff on her back, roughed out birch wood with iron banding along the tip, with a wrapping of ribbons around it, flecked with black soot. The air in the tavern tinged with a scent of ozone and a smoky perfume. The mage sat at the bar. Her posture regal, perfected,, her hair shading half her face. "Barkeep, Gimme a grog, hardest stuff you have on the cask."

 

[zainhawthorne]

Salvatore passively watched the lady as she made her way to the bar. His nose was scrunched in disgust, that smell of ozone and smoke was distastefully familiar to him. He just couldn't be bothered to place where it was from in this moment. He leans back a bit, taking a wider view of the tavern. He was expecting someone else to walk in. Surely she wasn't alone, right? Surely no one would leave a walking, ticking bomb like her alone... Right?

The barkeep promptly hands her a drink, his hairy eyebrows raised in concern as to why a seemingly high-born woman was ordering such a strong drink.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Desiree wrapped her fingers around the mug, giving him a nod of appreciation and setting a few silvers on the bar. "I'll take a meat platter too, pork if you got it. " She said as she swung a draft of the drink without pause and drinking deep. The mage shivered faintly as the alcohol saved over her tongue and she set the mug down with a satisfied sigh. "Not bad, ill need more." She appraised.

To Salvatore's dismay. The doors shut shortly afterwards, as if mocking his thoughts. Desiree Valcors, The Lady of Devastation, The Scorching Witch, had blown in his hiding place like a lazy storm, and none of her fellow party members were in sight.

 

[zainhawthorne]

Salvatore takes a big swig of his drink, finishing it with a bitter sigh. "Fuck." He mutters under his breath.

What in the 9 hells was he supposed to do with this landmine here? And a landmine she was, he felt the few burn marks left on his arms twinge in sympathy. He looked around, seeing if there's any quiet way to leave the tavern. Sure as rain, she was probably keeping an eye on the door to see who walks in and walks out of the joint.

"Fuuuckkk..." He mutters again under his breath. "You just had to show up here, for no good reason."

Was she here scouting for something? It had taken him weeks to find a good town to settle in. Find a good place to drink and while the days till he had to make a farm and pretend to be nothing more than just a guy. She was going to ruin that.

He sat where he was, for now. Hoping she wouldn't notice him, watching as she was served the platter all while he was stewing more so than anything on that fire.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Salvatore stewed on the possibilities, the mage grasped at the honch of meat by the bone, ripping it from the hogs side. She sunk her teeth inti it, tearing into it abd drinking. The Tavern goers around her gawked briefly. She tossed the bine down and snatched up another, turning in her seat, her pose ever elegant despite how she tore the seared pork like an Orc warlord. "Bard! Sing something with some fire in it!" She called out, the bard on stage pausing and considering it. A faster song starting to grace the strings and the band striking a faster tempo. "Ha! That's more like it!" She said pausing mid bite as she spotted a familiar face. Her pretty face twisting into a scoff and sneers she clearly spotted Salvatore.

 

[zainhawthorne]

He sneers in return, sitting up straighter. "Of all the unfortunate disasters and calamities to have befallen me, of fucking course it's you." He says, not too loudly but clear enough for her to hear.

"What fresh hell is this, why are you here? Did the tavern keeper wrong you? Did the wife of the blacksmith steal your boyfriend?" He asks, now relaxing a little bit. She didn't immediately attack him, so maybe he could just spook her away.

There was a fault in that logic that he was ignoring. She didn't exactly tread with caution. Anywhere.

 

[Knight_of_None]

The mage gave a laugh, thrusting the pork bone forward,, as if it was a dagger as she stood up. "Your big mouth is going to get you braised." Sge said tossed the stripped none on his table as she put her foot on the bench beside him. "Oh wait-" she smirked "you already remember how that felt off a glancing blow." She recalled. "if you must know, I am here because I go where I damn well please." She said as sge snapped her fingers, her drink jumping from the bar inoi her hand. "Are you here because you're crawling away from some sleazy snake's bed?"

 

[zainhawthorne]

"The only thing braising me is your dung for brains aim." He said, standing up as much as he could and getting his face close to hers. Almost pressing his forehead up against hers. "If you would please to go somewhere else, the poor folks in this town wouldn't have to deal with you. So I suggest you pick up your skirts and walk out before you burn the whole place down." He made a shooing motion with his hands.

At that last comment, he smiled and then proceeded to laugh, throwing his head back in amusement. "A sleazy snake's bed. I'm sure you'd know about that more than I would, you deranged pyromaniac."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Desiree's eyes flashed as he barbed at her...quite literally, her steely Grey eyes flickered with Arcane light briefly. She smirked and leaned back to drink. "My aim is fine, not my fault you don't know how to stand out of my path. " He said as sge slammed the empty mug down, drawing everyone's eyes on them. She smiled wickedly at he threw his next jab. "Last man that tried me couldn't measure up. So if you're gonna talk about it, Blossom, are you offering to touch fire?"

 

[zainhawthorne]

"You should get your eyes checked. Potentially replaced, yours came in faulty. So did your sense of decorum." He jabs at her, poking at her in the shoulder. His eyes narrow in irritation at being called blossom. He did not have much (or any) magic to speak of innately, but the look in his eyes may have proven otherwise with how fiery it was.

"I feel pity for the man that tried it, poor thing was probably taken in by that precious princess outside of yours and then got disappointed that your manners didn't match the looks." He barks a quick laugh, then matches her gaze. "You couldn't handle me, firecracker. All that fire you play around with is unwieldy, wild. You wouldn't know what to do when something or someone is controlled."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Decorums for stuffed shirts and folks who ram sticks up heir ass" she said as she flicked her hand shooing his hand away from her. She scoffed as he mentioned her manners against her looks and garb. "If all that makes a man pleased is my body and and look, who am I to pretend to be some noble mouse." She leaned forward, her face hovering up a fee centimeters from his. "And you think I can handle your scrawny pale hide? You want to take this outside?:

 

[zainhawthorne]

"Be that as it may, most of the folks who paid us had sticks up their ass. Somehow you seem to forget that after getting our pay cut." He presses the bridge of his nose, and then puts on a slimy smile. One that was very fake. "It may surprise you to know that sometimes your body and your looks don't please a man. Clearly not me, considering what I was left with after dealing with you."

At this point people had probably started gawking at the two causing a ruckus in the quiet tavern.

Salvatore paid them no mind.

He instead bows slightly and gestures to the door. "It would be my extreme and most sincerest displeasure to take it outside, but sure. I would rather not disturb the poor folks here who wanted a quiet night."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"They paid us for work, not for me to put on airs and pretend. Never said the gold shines different ." She said as she rolls her eyes, she turns to the bar, slapping another few peices of silver on the counter . "2 mugs, I'll be back." She said as she waved her hands, her skin heating, flash vaporizing the grease off them as she walked outside, her eyes never leaving the Rogue

 

[zainhawthorne]

He rolls his eyes, and flips a piece of gold onto the counter, neatly making it land on top of her pile of silver. "2 more for me. Ale, not that mind numbing grog that she drinks like water." He says, "And keep the rest as an apology. For her. Gods know everyone needs it."

He struts out and watches her come behind him. He folds his arms over his chest and raises his chin so that he's essentially looking down at her. "So, what brings a flaming hag to this quiet town? Especially without your party? This stinks of something horrendous going down."

 

[Knight_of_None]

She steps up to him, her hands curling,, openly willing to punch him no doubt. "I can ask the same for , why a yellow bellied little rat like you is here. Looking for more baubles to stuff into your pockets from hard working folk?" She said jutting her chin at him.

 

[zainhawthorne]

"Hard working folk!" He looks off to the side to a nonexistent audience. "Somehow she cares now! Isn't that a wonder."

He turns back to her. "I came here, because I wanted to be done. To stop dealing with bullshit, like yours and everyone else's." He reaches up and attempts to grab her collar, getting his face dangerously close to hers. "So why are you back here? I said it in there, and I'll say it here. I scouted this area for weeks to make sure I can stay here in peace. What makes you think you can just show up? What half cocked plan do you have?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

As he grabs her collar, the mages hand grabs his wrist, but her eyes were unflinching abd steely as ever. Her head snapped forward, driving a headbutt up against his face. Dirty and face. But it was the bare minimum of what she could do to someone, even this close to her. "Fucking bastard- you think you're special huh?! " she said as she leaned back, her hands grabbing at his to drag them off. "I came here because it's quiet for a while!"

 

[zainhawthorne]

His skull smacked against hers and he frowned. He shook his head and chewed on his words and thought about retaliating. He stared at her for a bit, then lets go in disgust.

He curses under his breath. "I'm not getting into a fist fight with you, that's a waste of an afternoon. And you didn't follow me here? Or get paid to be a disruption? Are you being honest with me or are you here to fuck me over?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

She snorts. "If I wanted to follow you around just to disrupt your life, I wouldn't waste my time. I'd just snap my fingers." She said as she smoother her collar out. "You are just a unfortunate coincidence I have to put up with."

 

[zainhawthorne]

He looks at her, and simmers down a little. His eyes dart up and down, making sure she wasn't going to follow through with that threat.... Plus it's not like she was bad looking.

"Alright then... Why'd you provoke me as soon as you came in? You craving attention or something?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I'm not here to destroy yiur life. It doesn't mean I don't still look at you and want to stick a rapier in a Thunder Roc's ass instead of pretend you are something you aren't." Shd said scowling at him. "You can keep your beady eyes to yourself as well"

 

[zainhawthorne]

"Yeah, and what exactly are you going to do about it if I don't?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest as he fixed her with a sneer. He leaned in close. "You really are an mannerless little danger hazard, aren't you?"

 

[Knight_of_None]

"If you keep leering at me. Ill fix'em real good" she said leaned forward, glaring at him, putting her hands on her hips. "Your a paranoid little flower boy, talking quite bold to a 'danger hazard'"

 

[zainhawthorne]

He barked out another short laugh, and leaned against the wall. "What, you dress like that, talk about being able to handle me, and then am surprised when I take a good look at you? It's almost comical how self absorbed you are." He shook his head in disappointment.

"You could do with a healthy dose of paranoia. You sit around, throwing magic as if you were a spoiled brat with anger issues. Which you are, look at the way you behave. One day that's going to come and bite you in the ass, and you won't be able to magic your way out of it."

 

[Knight_of_None]

"I don't often mind who looks but every time I look at you, I remember you're a spineless coward that creeps around hoping nobody can see you and you pilfer whatever you can get your hands in." She said as she jabbed a finger at him. "And I'm anything but spoiled, I haven't forgotten a thing about where I started."

 

[zainhawthorne]

His frown deepened as she jabbed him, and he grabs her hand. He pushed her up against the wall and glares at her. "I don't hope that no one can see me. When I don't want someone to see me, they don't. The things I can do when I don't have someone shoving fireballs around will make your head spin."

 

[Knight_of_None]

As he pushes her, she smirked at him. "Oh so you just can't find your feet with a real mage in the room? A good rogue should be able to handle it." She barbed

 

[zainhawthorne]

"I can do a lot with a mage in a room. A heck of a lot more than you can if you couldn't use your magic." He snarled in return.

He keeps her gaze, but there was something else going on underneath the surface. Why on earth was she still amused? Why did they keep going? They had no reason to...

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Are you sure about that, Blossom? I'm more than just a staff." She said leaning forward. "I was a mercenary since I was a child, you think I never learned my own little tricks!"