[Invite] A chance meeting.

[Bailin]

‘t Was a moonlit night during the winter season of Londinium or perhaps even all of Elder Tale. With gentle stride Bailin walked across the lightly snowed streets of the Thames coastline of Londinium. It was a pretty good temperature for the time of year, not too cold but not too hot, maybe about 5 degrees Celsius, or so Bailin thought. It looked as if it might start to snow within a few minutes but he didn’t care. Unlike most people he enjoyed the rain and snow, it had always been funny when going to the shopping mall and watching all the fancy, make-up Barbie dolls run on their way too big form them heels into one of the shops. All that fuss just to make sure they didn’t get soaked. The thought made him smile, though a bit of nostalgia came setting in as well. On the one end the thought started a longing to get home but on the other hand it made him feel warm, strong perhaps, but happy as well. Though he was stuck in a game this felt as if this was what he had missed all his life. The thrill of adventure, seeking danger, meeting new friends, battling monsters, making things, doing things he never had time for to do, one might even go as far and say this was how life should be. Or at least that was what Bailin thought, while taking a stroll along the Thames riverside of Londinium. Looking up Bailin noticed something a bit further up ahead. It appeared to be a wooden pier, standing a little bit on the land and a bit above the water.


Walking up to the pier Bailin noticed some benches, those old wooden ones with the wrought iron sides, the kind he liked because they looked nice and were rather comfortable. These however did not look like they had been painted over in a horrid colour, usually a dark, mouldy green, but just plain and simple; iron and wood. Next to the benches were some street lanterns, also looking rather old. ‘Might even be candle lit too.’ He thought grinning to himself, gently striding towards the end of the pier so he could lean on the wooden balustrade and to just enjoy the sound of the water, gently cobbling towards the sea, through Londinium.


Arriving at the edge he put up the collar of his coat, as to shield his neck from the possible rain and cold wind blowing over the river. Softly he put his hands on the wooden railing. It was moist, probably from the river water that occasionally splashed up in small portions, not enough to soak the wood or his clothes, but enough to dampen the wood. Softly he let out a sigh as he took in the lovely view.


To his right was the city, little lights shining from the homes and streets. The river was flowing ever so gentle, the water cobbling and splashing softly. On the opposite shore he could see the trees and hills in the distant. On the river itself there were little lights, not few, maybe five, gently riding the small waves. The small boats of, probably and most likely, Landers would be carrying all kinds of goods, from food to crafts or raw materials. Most of them would probably be looking to sell their goods and take home either tools or other items they would need at home. It was a magnificent view from the pier, the full moon shining enough light to see almost everything clearly, but a darker tone compared to the light during the day.


To his left Bailin could see a long stretch of the river, the little foam heads on the waves visible and going up and down, up and down, somewhat hypnotising and soothing to watch. From where he was standing he could see more trees and hills, on the opposite side further down the river he thought he saw the shape of something that resembled another pier.


Suddenly the sky darkened a small bit and looking up Bailin noticed some thick, dark clouds had drifted in front of the moon and stars. ‘Well this is lovely, might indeed start snowing soon, what a lovely time of year. Might need to find myself a chef or brewer… go home and get some hot cacao…’ he thought to himself, feeling all warm and fuzzy due to the wintery scenery, both in his mind and in front of his eyes. Leaning a bit forward he took a deep breath and started staring into the darkness in front of him, far in the distance he heard something that sounded like cat growl, as the wind began to howl.


WC 789
Saskia

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Bells rang out from a nearby church tower  from the city  that rested by the shoreline. The chilly winds began to snake through the crowded streets as the villagers and adventurers gathered about speaking of tales and wondrous adventures. The vivid aroma of freshly baked apple pie with hints of cinnamon filled the air. The aroma of melting metal could also be heard as a blacksmith was hard at work, his apron covered in black soot as his calloused hands began to sharpen a blade, while another adventurer waited in glee. Tired companions walked trudged over the cobble, snickering with satchels filled to the brim with gold from their recent voyage.


Well, they certainly seem excited don't they? Bag full of riches and skin full of stitches. Sounds like a pretty crazy lifestyle to be living. Battles every day, popping bottles every night, rinse and repeat. Seems to be all that ever goes on these days. I guess it's one way for everybody to vent about the current situation. Mad because you lost that woman or man of your dreams...or because you lost your child. It must weigh pretty heavy on a man's mind. How do you even begin to cope with something like that? As if clearing a dungeon or finding a lost treasure chest is going to somehow remedy everything....no matter how many times you open that treasure chest and gain that reward...that piece of armor or new sword...it's never going to be able to replace that hole in your heart from loved ones lost...still, though it may just be a band-aid solution, it's funny how through it all they have managed to find a rather pleasant essence of camaraderie through their struggle...and make the best of beautiful moments like these...



The fair maiden thought as she looked out the window from above her room. The idle chatter that could be heard was a pleasant and blissful tone that fluttered the atmosphere with a vibrant and joyous tone. Slender fingers delicately sign the checkout sheet at the Drowsy Drifter Inn and a pink smile grins gracefully at the innkeeper. A soft hand waves goodbye, her virgin fingers not yet calloused by rigorous combat or diligent labor. She place the pen softly on the polished pinewood counter, and slowly walked  over to the exit, a firm wrist turning the latch of the door, as she exited and closed it, careful not to make a sound.

Outside in the stable a lone colt softly neighed as he ate from a bag of oats left behind by his feminine caretaker. His vanilla coated tail flustered from side to side, occasionally stiking against his ivory skin. A gentle hand with careful finesse and a nurturing touch, stroked the mane of the animal, as it's dark chocolate orbs, met with her bursting sapphire gems that sparkled in the moonlight. A friendly smile crept from the corner of her lips as she rested her forehead against animals snout. Tenderly, the horse licked her face. The slimy sensation made Saskia squirm and chuckle.

"Oi, cut it out you crazy horse! You're ruining my hair! I bet you wouldn't like it if I shaved yours off, now would 'ya?"  An empty threat that would have sent PETA hunting for her head in the real world. The horse neighed and grunted in rebuttal, stomping his right hoove on the ground a few times. Saskia began to patiently brush the pink strands off her hair that seemed to fall down like petite rose petals over her slender shoulders. Putting the brush away, she paused for a moment, digging around before pulling out an apple from her satchel. 


"Here you go, boy. Took a bit of effort to nick that one without anybody noticing. We're a bit low on coin, but we'll go out of the city to fetch some more. Just...try not to run off without me like you did last time? Hard as hell to outrun wild boars while you look like a metal teapot!" Saskia chuckled as she tapped on her platemail with her knuckles, as the clanking of her gauntlets and the suit of armour collided making a vibrant pinging of metal against metal. She wrinkled her nose a bit as she began to dig her pink polished fingernails  into the rope that attached the colt to a wooden post. After several seconds of tussling with the knot, she unloosened it.

She gently led the horse outside the stables, tenderly petting it with a soothing persona. She gave it a brief nod, and hooked her foot into the slot she could use to lift herself up unto the saddle, as her arms cradled the beast and pushed her upward, afterwards swinging  her leg around the other side so she can properly mount the animal. She tugged at the reigns and softly spurred the animal, beckoning him in a direction by the coastline that led to the pier. "I bet you're a bit thirtsy aren't, you..." Saskia softly inquired with a motherly tone of voice. She nodded silently as if accepting the creatures neighing as a "Yes." 


The pinkette haired strider, and her mere made their way to  the pier, passing up old, unused benches and timeworn street lanterns. The texture and color was reminiscent of a halloween-like quality, but held an eerie glamour nonetheless. Hooves tapped softly against the wooden surface. The sound of the floor creaking slightly from the decayed wood. It was stable, however, and that gave Saskia much relief as she glanced up to notice a rather dapper man watching the coastline. The first thing that caught her attention was the ebony strands of his hair and how he seemed to carry himself as someone who was reflective in nature and deep in thought. An appreciator of nature, and comfortable in his own solitude. 


Curiously, she allowed the horse to gallop further towards the edge as it stopped for a moment near the edge. She held the reigns tightly and cast her gaze out at the sea. Mesmerized by the waves of the beautiful ocean. She tilted her head back with a pearly white smile as her mother's British accent began to edify her more elegant persona. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She glanced at the gentleman on the coast with a tantalizing gaze. Though she was clad in armor, she held the feautures of a woman of nobility an grandeur and spoke with much grace in her voice. 


"Reminds me of the villa I once had in Gloucestorshire. I always adored living next to the water. It's so calming. Such a soothing sensation. I remember times when I would come home stressed from work, or miffed, because I got caught up in an arguement, and I could always look the ripples in the water and let mother nature just...wash it all away..."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:1147



TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

Faintly Bailin could hear something that sounded like *clop, clop* and some tingling, though he didn’t pay attention to it as the sound became louder. He was enjoying the view too much to be bothered with such… distractions. Suddenly the sound changed, from the soft *clop, clop* of a horse’s hooves on sand and grass, now it sounded more… hollow, as if the horse suddenly was walking on wood. Suddenly a voice rang from behind him, in a rather posh English accent, that was to say, it was a lot better than his own and definably more British.


“Yes it is.” He said slowly taking his hands of the railing and turning around to see the creature or person whom had sad the words. ‘So… is this a unicorn or just a rider? Just hope I don’t get killed… I’d probably get my clothes wet.’ He thought to himself as he made the half circle turn.

In front of him was a fair maiden, clad in armour with pink hair as bright as day, two sapphire eyes softly shooting from the surroundings to him and back. The beauty had a pale skin, which only served as to accentuate her hair and eyes, which shone with a spark like the gemstones they looked like. Though she currently towered over him, she looked a tad shorter than he was. Her horse was of an ivory colour, standing out in the darkness of the wintery night.


The pink haired lass continued talking in her proper, perhaps even gracious, accent about a villa she once had in something that would probably be known as British countryside. Putting his elbows on the railing and leaning back a bit against it Bailin continued to listen to what the beauty had to tell him. ‘Well, she is a good looking lass and by the looks of it pretty loaded… or well used to be, I guess. Though I could care a little less about the money with those looks and she looks pretty decent and nice, she didn’t kill me on sight, that’s a plus.’ He thought, smiling whilst he listened to what the lass had to say.


“Indeed, the water is soothing, there are a lot of ancient religions placing water as one of the top items, think of how the Ancient Egyptians and the Nile. Or how Pilates washed his hands after he ordered Jesus to be nailed to the cross, as a way of washing away his sins, though that was probably because he didn’t… I digress, my apologies.” Bailin said calmly with a gentle smile. “I’ve been around water most of my life or well, to be technically correct, under the water level. But I digress, I also enjoy the water, it works calming when stressed or annoyed indeed. I used to think of joining the Navy, spend my days at sea, but it never came to that. Though one should always remember: The River is a harsh mistress, the sea even harsher. Both are beauties, like yourself if I might be so blunt, but if you disrespect them, they’ll swallow you whole.” he spoke calmly and smiling ever so gentle, flirting a little bit.


“And where are my manners!” Bailin exclaimed, “My name is Bailin, pleased to make your acquaintance.” he continued with a bow, placing his right hand on his chest and stretching out his left arm to his left. “As for classes, I am a Warden, Mechanic and Accountant, which results in me being, supposedly though I haven’t had time to put it to the test, good with money, good at tinkering with mechanical things and, to put it rather simple, being a mix between a soldier and a policemen, though as ever: how one lives is up to oneself. However, I try to uphold some forms of honour and justice, as long as they don’t get in the way of being practical or useful.” he shared with a sparkle in his eyes, hoping he didn’t scare the lady off.


“But enough about me and my most sincere and humble apologies for my rambling, my fair maiden lady, would you grace me with your name?” he asked, bowing lightly with a gentle smile and sparkle in his eyes.


WC 708

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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“Yes it is.”

Saskia smiled as he agreed with her. He had a rather interesting scent, she couldn't tell what it was but it held a magnetic aroma. Perhaps, some potion? Whatever it was, it definitely smelled better than her horse!



“Indeed, the water is soothing, there are a lot of ancient religions placing water as one of the top items, think of how the Ancient Egyptians and the Nile. Or how Pilates washed his hands after he ordered Jesus to be nailed to the cross, as a way of washing away his sins, though that was probably because he didn’t… I digress, my apologies.”

Oh my, his voice is as smooth as silk. Like droplets of fine wine that just cascade into the glass. He's a stunning intellectual as well, my how captivating. I wonder if he's a religious man...or maybe a philosophical type. He speaks rather well...

Saskia seemed to be very interested in his words as she wrestled with the reigns, trying to get her horse to be still so she can hear the man's words. The horse let out a gentle neigh and his rough breathes could be heard as she reached into her satchel and played the role of the gentle caretaker, feeding him another juicy fruit, a light green apple, as he chomped a bite into it and bobbed his head a few times. She raised up her head, smiling at the beast, shaking her head and giggling at it, before reverting for attention back to the gentleman, eagerly awaiting his next words, enamored with his speech.

"I’ve been around water most of my life or well, to be technically correct, under the water level. But I digress, I also enjoy the water, it works calming when stressed or annoyed indeed. I used to think of joining the Navy, spend my days at sea, but it never came to that. Though one should always remember: The River is a harsh mistress, the sea even harsher. Both are beauties, like yourself if I might be so blunt, but if you disrespect them, they’ll swallow you whole.”

She blushed bashfully, cupping a palm over her mouth with a soft giggle at the Warden's courageous compliment. She batted her eyes softly, as she looked away shyly, for a moment, trying to hide the wide smile she had upon her face. She was elegant in nature, and humbly receive the affirmation, softly chuckling moments after, still shocked by his statement, though all the while raising her interest levels. 


So..he wanted to be a Sailor...that's actually quite interesting. I wonder what he did for a living...he mentioned being underwater. A fisherman? No..no.. Submarines, perhaps? Maybe he gave deep sea diving lessons? 


“And where are my manners! My name is Bailin, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Bailin...it sounds very pleasant to the ears. Bai...lin..BALLIN! WE FLY HIGH! NO LIE! AND YOU KNOW THISSS~  LADIES~ Ok..Ok..no more hip hop...but still it is a rather charming name. 

She wore an angelic smile as he introduced himself. Her eyes occasionally glancing towards the coastline, as the waves of the river ran over rocks, forming intricate designs in the water. The mesmerizing ripples made Saskia have a soft glow in her chest. 

“As for classes, I am a Warden, Mechanic and Accountant, which results in me being, supposedly though I haven’t had time to put it to the test, good with money, good at tinkering with mechanical things and, to put it rather simple, being a mix between a soldier and a policemen, though as ever: how one lives is up to oneself. However, I try to uphold some forms of honour and justice, as long as they don’t get in the way of being practical or useful.”

Saskia raised a rather intrigued brow, as she displayed individed attention to Bailin. He began to make her more curious by the moment as he revealed more and more about himself. She was beginning to like listening to him, as she gathered her thoughts about him. 


So...this is is really something, handsome, intelligent, diligent, and some strokes of wisdom. Plus from the looks of it, a bit of style....let's just hope the face behind the avatar isn't some forty year old in his mother's basement...Oh, now why did I have to go and think of that! Stupid brain!

“But enough about me and my most sincere and humble apologies for my rambling, my fair maiden lady, would you grace me with your name?”

Oh, oh, what if I told him my name's Bob and I was a 30 yr old League of Legends player before I came into Elder Tales, I bet he'd flip out! *Maniacal laughter* No, no...settle down Elizabeth....*Ahem*



Saskia began to dismount from the horse, and gracefully walked to the man's side, resting her arms on the wooden surface, glancing at the water, shooting him the occasional flirtatious glance. She took careful consideration in making sure her voice carried the most soft and heavenly features as she spoke. 


"My name is Saskia Steelheart...a humble squire and cavalier. I suppose that would mean I am to play the role of The Templar Knight. A Templar Knight is truely a fearless knight, and secure on every side. For his soul is protected by the armor of faith. Just as his body is protected by the armor of steel. He is thus doubly-armed, and neither fear demons nor men." Saskia replied. 

Oi, and I'm a wee bit o' a brewer!  

Oh, shut up, Hope! You Scottish twit!

Go ta hell, Elizabeth! You bloody Saxon! I seen him first! He's a spicy little tamale, innit' he? 


Gahhhhh! Go away! You are NOT going to ruin this for me. 

Saskia, blinked for a moment, pausing as she collected her thoughts. 


"Ah, yes, Pontius Pilate, I do remember him in the books written by Jesus's disciples. Tough position he was put in, but as a leader he had to be decisive and the people chose a cursed thief over the good lord and savior. It makes me sad, how poorly they treated him. Nobody deserves that. He is a good role model. You want to learn about honor and chivalry, you read about him." Saskia grinned as she tried to show off that she was no mere dimwitted broad. "But, you know who else was a rather astounding finger was Saul of Taurus before he became the great Apostle Paul, talk about turning over a new leaf! He seperated and imprisoned families and sent worshippers of christ to their death, to be boiled in tar! Insane, isn't it! I bet Annanias of Damascus had a field day when Jesus told him to go to that temple and he would find the Jewish prosecutor praying to him and to heal Saul after his third day of  blindness. Think about that for a moment...it takes a great spirit of obiedince to go out and heal someone who might have killed your friend and made his children orphans. But God works in mysterious ways and found a way to use Sual for good and look awhat he accomplished! Most of the new testament is written by him!" 

Saskia was awfully excited about the subject. She nodded her head a few times as she glanced up to the moon, it's reflection caught in her eyes. 


"So, tell me something, Bailin, what is it that you believe in?" 


She had many topics that she wanted to discuss with him, but this particular one peaked her interest far more than the others.  She smiled warmly, hoping that she didn't lose his attention as she lifted her gaze to let her sparkling cerulean gems connect with his eyes in a magnetic and enticing allure. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:1026



TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

Relieved the pretty lady shared his opinion with him, Bailin smiled gently at her. ‘Well at least she has taste, that’s pretty much established now, let’s just hope she has a horrible taste in men and I should be fine.’ he thought, trying his hardest to supress a smirk, which would probably turn her away.


For some reason the lady appeared to have some… minor troubles containing either herself or her horse as she tried to discreetly wrestle with the reigns. Shortly after the shot scuttle, maybe five or ten seconds she reached into her satchel and produced a green apple, which she handed over to the horse so it could munch it away. The lass gently smiled at her mount as it munched the apple, bobbing its head, making the lass laugh and shake her head.

In the dark of the ever darker becoming night, Bailin couldn’t see much of the lass’s face, except that what was shone upon by her hair, occasionally radiating her face a bit more when the clouds drifted past the moon and stars, letting them shine their light a bit more. When it shone Bailin thought he might have seen a little blush but that would probably be the light radiating her hair, making it give off a gentle, subtle, pink’ish glow. However what he could see was that the lass on her horse, so high, batted her eyes away for just a moment, but as bad as he was with these subtle things, Bailin thought he understood the hint. Somehow he had made her smile as she eyed the coastline now and then, shifting from him to the coastline and the water.

Bailin still stood, leaning against the railing, his elbows on it. Softly the wind howled and the water cobbled, making soft, rustling sounds as the wind blew over it and the little waves formed and crashed into the water. As he introduced himself properly and fully, the lass raised an eye brow but not in a bad way, it looked cute in a way, making him smile a little more.


“It’s a pleasure and an honour, my lady Steelheart.” Bailin said, bowing and smiling, looking into the sapphire eyes of the lady Steelheart. “I think that’s a noble notion, though I wonder, do you have the same gift as your last officially known grandmaster, whom was executed on order of the French king and the pope? He told both of them while he burned at the stake that they would die within the year and would have to answer to God. And indeed, both died within the year.”

“Hmm, fear is a powerful emotion and a brave person cannot be without it. For is it not a brave person who can overcome its fears and face them, with or without its armour, angels, demons and men alike?” Bailin replied interested in her reply, but mostly in her reaction to his philosophical statement.


“Hmm, so you are a true Templar then? Armoured, armed and devout, but it would appear you hold knowledge as well. That’s a good thing, too many dimwits and nitwits around here.” Bailin put bluntly as lady Steelheart told him about her biblical knowledge.

“Oh my, I think I like that Saul fellow,” Bailin grinned, “He reminds me of Nero, as I recall he used to give awesome parties, which they called orgies because well… Romans are weird, but at those parties one would need lights, thus Nero had early Christians rounded up, pitched in tar and tied to stakes. I think it’s highly efficient as you get both light and garden music, though perhaps one would need to acquire a taste for it.” Bailin said grinning, trying to avoid a confrontation regarding faith and religion at this early a stage, hoping to miss the dance and probably getting ditched right away. But alas, the lass had other plans. Visually being excited Bailin feared he had struck a nerve which had sparked the inquisitive note and the lady Steelheart did indeed confirm his silent fear; she asked him what he believed in. ‘How dreadful.’ He thought to himself as he smiled and tried to formulate a polite answer that wouldn’t send her off or worse: after him with full battle rage.


“Hmm, I think I’d have to say…, “Bailin started carefully, “that I’m starting to really like you, you seem smart and funny, the good looks are a big plus as well and the fact that you’re not scared to go out alone, ok I admit, I do not take into account your magnificent steed, and you’re wearing armour so you aren’t scared to get your hands dirty, which I like in a girl. You’re inquisitive and knowledgeable, which I also consider good perks.” he stammered, his pulse racing, heart pounding in his chest. Taking a step forward and putting his hand behind his back so Saskia couldn’t see him fidgeting with his hands, because he was rather nervous, lowering his head for a second and then raising it, looking lady Steelheart into her eyes, whispering loud enough so she could hear: “I would very much like to go to the winter ball with you, if you would do me the honour of your graceful presence at my side when we are to enter the room, that is of course, if you accept.”


“I am aware this seems a little crazy as we’ve just met and I know I’m avoiding your question for just a little while, not because I am unwilling to answer but because I fear that you might not like the answer and I’d like to have what I’d just said of my chest.”Bailin said, speaking up a little more, slightly heaving from excitement.


Running a hand through his hair to put some renegade hairs back behind his ear, he inhaled deeply. “Well now, as for your question: I believe in logic and science, leading by example and that the God or the Gods are fabrications of men of old, installed to explain the unexplainable to those who lacked science to explain. However before you decide to decline on basis of my appearing lack of faith: I do believe there is a higher power, be it God or Gods or something entirely different, I know not but I have to believe for myself there is a higher power at work, perhaps grooming us to reach our full potential at some point. Though, if we look at our current situation… we should just call them Admins, as I’ve come to understand but that’s a bit off topic now is it… You asked me about my faith, I asked you out and spilled my hearts contents, so let us stick with that for now. I hope I didn’t scare you off or insult you, as I’ve just spilled: I like you a lot and I would like to get to know you better.” Bailin explained as he spilled his thoughts with a dreadful feeling and slightly dry mouth.


As he finished speaking he looked hopefully to lady Steelheart, a little glint and glimmer of hope in his eyes as the wind blew and small snowflakes started falling from the dark wintery skies. The gentle snow started of slowly, almost melting instantly as it hit the pier or anything else, but as time would pass the number of snowflakes would increase, each falling upon each other, slow at first but gradually increasing in numbers and thus volume. But alas, for now it were small flakes, gradually increasing in number, whilst the moon crept out of its hiding place behind the dark clouds shedding their frosty tears onto this new world.

WC 1282


Saskia

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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“It’s a pleasure and an honour, my lady Steelheart.”

There it was again, that enchanting graceful and sensual charm. It reminded her so much of her father, Christopher MacLaren. A rather refined man with exquisite mannerisms, though he be but a lowly Scottish fisherman when he met Hope's mother. Saskia laughed to herself lightly as the image of her father bursting through the door with a mug in one hand and a pile of fish attached to long string in the other. It was a heartwarming image that graced her mind with the distant thought. 

I wonder how father and mother are doing, I bet he's popping a bottle of wine for her on their yacht, giving a toast to their long years together over a ice cold bottle of Rose'...It's such a shame that I haven't spoke to either of them in a year..I wonder if their 25th anniversary has past...or if they even realize Lacey and I are gone...wait..are we gone? Or are our bodies in a long sleep and we all drifted into a coma? So many theories...so many uncertainties...


Saskia's thoughts made her eyes tense with a silent rage, as she begin to tighten the muscles in her hands, clenching them into a tight fist. What was she trying to grip onto? Some false thread of reality that had already turned to dust. On the grand scale of things, mother's, father's, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunt, uncles, nieces, and nephews alike, every branch of the players in this realm has had the branches of their family tree snapped, with only the root remaining. Indeed, these were dark times, as each and every one of them came up with their own personal method of coping with the situation.

For Hope, it was intoxicating herself in liquor and stirring up rebellious scenes with cunning mischief. For Elizabeth, it was conducting herself in idle chatter with the people, finding comfort in discussions and motivation to find a thread of hope in this new world. For Lady Steelheart, there was a stalwart, unshaking faith and resolve and trust in the heavenly father. Three cords, bonded together to form a unique trilogy and matter of perspectives. 

Saskia's inhaled deeply, finding comfort in Bailin's words as they were as a soft pillow to lay her head and relax. It helped easy her mind from the worry and pain of being abandoned to a seemingly meaningless existence in this new uncharted world. A hollow void, filled with soft glows and butterflies in her chest, she smiled once more as she heard the man speak. She couldn't seem to wipe the goofy smile off of her face. 



“I think that’s a noble notion, though I wonder, do you have the same gift as your last officially known grandmaster, whom was executed on order of the French king and the pope? He told both of them while he burned at the stake that they would die within the year and would have to answer to God. And indeed, both died within the year.”


Saskia blinked in bewilderment. He seemed to be like a walking library. An infinite source of untapped knowledge and potential. Perhaps he was a professor of sorts or an avid historian.  She simply adored his enhanced vocabulary as he spoke like a nobleman of one of the House of Windsor himself.



“Hmm, fear is a powerful emotion and a brave person cannot be without it. For is it not a brave person who can overcome its fears and face them, with or without its armour, angels, demons and men alike?”

Saskia gripped at the rains once more, her horse neighing softly as she shook his head, his blonde mane dancing in the moonlight as he attempted to wander off. She wagged a finger at the sly horse, and returned to face Bailin with a deep conviction in her eye as she spoke with much resolve. 

"There is no room for fear in the hearts of men whom serve the lord wholeheartedly. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind." 


Hope: Oi, I'll say! 


Lady Steelheart: Silence, Heretic! 


Hope: Oi, calm your tits! Before I push the override button on this conversation and show him what a real foxy lady is like, all this dreadful conversation about religion is driving me absolutely mad! I swear are you evening dating material? I swear your sense of humor is as bout as dry as a Nun's cu-..


Elizabeth: Cup of holy water? 


Hope: Riiiiiight. 

Lady Steelheart: Why, lord, why did you put me with these idiots? *facepalms*


Saskia rubbed her forehead slightly, feeling a bit dizzy, before remembering she was suppose to be answering...something. Oh, right! Bailin's question! She scoffed at the thought, and brought her palm over her face in embarassment. After a few moments, she mustered the courage to press on with her reponse. 

"As Templar, we need not fear angels, nor demons, nor any of the like except God alone, and be forever humble in his prescence."

Saskia spoke with a concrete tone, believing firmly in her words to be true. 

"As Templar, we receive the blessing of the armor of God, it speaks of this in Ephesians.." 

She swiftly rose a fist over her heart and  bowed her head lightly as a token of humble respect to Bailin as she began her speech. 

“Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to still stand. Stand therefore, having girded your waist with truth, having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; above all, taking the shield of faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, being watchful to this end with all perseverance and supplication for all the saints.” 


She ended with a brief nod, and returning her fist to the silver of her sword's hilt, which was sheathed on the left side of her hip in a vibrant blue and gold sheath, exuding an essence of nobility and Knighthood. 

“Hmm, so you are a true Templar then? Armoured, armed and devout, but it would appear you hold knowledge as well. That’s a good thing, too many dimwits and nitwits around here.”


She smiled with delight at the thought as he so tenderly gave her kind words of praise. The wind began to pick up, and frosty flakes of snow began to make divine descension from the heavenly sky above. This made Saskia even more elated as she so deeply loved the snow. 


Do you remember our first snowman, Lacey? I remember it well. We were both eleven and it was christmas eve and we went to Danny's house to play before curfew. We were debating about the difference between what makes a snowman and a snowwoman, then Danny pops out of nowhere with an extra carrot and sticks it right in the snowman and mom comes out screaming bloody murder because she saw what happened from the kitchen window, Danny got in sooooo much trouble that night when mum told his parents. Danny and you always made a cute couple, he group up to be quite the guitarist...that little welshy sheep...he sure did have a thing for Jack and Coke...it was his favorite drink...shame what happened to his mother though...that car accident really crushed Danny's heart...and his own brother wouldn't even let him come to the funeral...I wonder if Danny is here...in this world, did you invite him, like you did me...?

So many silent thoughts loomed through her head, it was something about the rising waters of the moonlit light and rapid currents of the river that made her mind race on a trail of deep thought. The quiet of the night, making those thoughts even more clearer. She began to fidget with her wrist and let out a light sigh, tussling with her iron greaves. An icy white breath released from her lips. A mist that still smelled of peppermint, the sweet delicacy she enjoyed moments before at the Drowsy Drifter Inn. 

“Oh my, I think I like that Saul fellow,”

A light smile crossed her lips. Saul was one of her personal favorite men in the Bible. His life was full of unwavering redemption for his sins. A great act of atonement, intend. He was above all else, a mentor for God's children, and a stunning example of God's mercy and ability to even work through the most wretched soul for good. 


“He reminds me of Nero, as I recall he used to give awesome parties, which they called orgies because well… Romans are weird, but at those parties one would need lights, thus Nero had early Christians rounded up, pitched in tar and tied to stakes. I think it’s highly efficient as you get both light and garden music, though perhaps one would need to acquire a taste for it.”

Saskia's eyes darted towards the ground, the thought seemed unsettling to her, as she avoided eye contact, trailing her eyes against the wooden floor boards and shaking a light coating of snow from her boot. While she appreciated his knowledge, she didn't find his sense of humor during that precise moment very funny at all, thus lowering her approval rating for him somewhat. However, Lady Steelheart was a patient woman of Grace.



“Hmm, I think I’d have to say…, “

A curious brow and pursed lips eagerly awaited his answer to his question. 

“that I’m starting to really like you, you seem smart and funny, the good looks are a big plus as well and the fact that you’re not scared to go out alone, ok I admit, I do not take into account your magnificent steed, and you’re wearing armour so you aren’t scared to get your hands dirty, which I like in a girl. You’re inquisitive and knowledgeable, which I also consider good perks.”

It seemed rather obvious that he was beating around the bush, but it was his was of doing so that made it such a redeeming quality as he masterfully gave her pleasant rebuttals and kind words of affirmation. Her heart smiled at his tender compliments, savoring them for a moment as her Sapphire eyes began to tremor with joy and she bashfully look down towards her iron greaves, and held her head down low, chuckling as he broke her stern bearing , her pink bang began to drift down over her face and bounce back up when she rose from her chuckling session.

“I would very much like to go to the winter ball with you, if you would do me the honour of your graceful presence at my side when we are to enter the room, that is of course, if you accept.”


Her heart sank, but in a good way. She felt the breath escape her lungs as she blinked with a pristine grin and contemplating for a mere second before she was about to make a statement, before holding her tongue and allowing the gentleman to continue, uninterrupted. 

A...ball? Oh, my I didn't even know there was one going on! Dancing and fine wine! Ohhhh, and the food! It does sound exciting, and he does seem to complement me rather well with his charming mannerisms. This is all so sudden...but...I think I rather like that idea....

“I am aware this seems a little crazy as we’ve just met and I know I’m avoiding your question for just a little while, not because I am unwilling to answer but because I fear that you might not like the answer and I’d like to have what I’d just said off my chest.”

Well, at least he has a spirit of honesty...that's always a good thing. Does he really care that much of my opinion of him? Ha, that's rather funny...well, come on, out with it! 


She seemed to teasingly chuckle at him as he gave her a rather illustrious explanation for his beliefs and why he feels the way he does. She nodded several times in compassionate understanding as he spoke. Giving him gentle reassurances of her interest levels. After all, he had been on his best behaivor that night, save for one unruly joke...


“Well now, as for your question: I believe in logic and science, leading by example and that the God or the Gods are fabrications of men of old, installed to explain the unexplainable to those who lacked science to explain. However before you decide to decline on basis of my appearing lack of faith: I do believe there is a higher power, be it God or Gods or something entirely different, I know not but I have to believe for myself there is a higher power at work, perhaps grooming us to reach our full potential at some point. Though, if we look at our current situation… we should just call them Admins, as I’ve come to understand but that’s a bit off topic now is it… You asked me about my faith, I asked you out and spilled my hearts contents, so let us stick with that for now. I hope I didn’t scare you off or insult you, as I’ve just spilled: I like you a lot and I would like to get to know you better.”

She silently pondered his words, though not fully understanding the concept. After all she wasn't much of a gamer at all. Just a girl that fate seemed to deal an all to sad misfortune of being trapped in this foreign world. 


Admins...what's he going about? Admins as Gods? Ridiculous, there can be no such thing...

Oi! But the absence of evidence is not the evidence of abscence!



Elizabeth: What?



Hope: Simply because you don't have evidence that something does exist does not mean you have evidence of something that doesn't exist.



Elizabeth: What?



Hope: What country are you from?



Elizabeth: What?



Hope: What ain't no country I ever hear of, they speak english in 'What'?



Elizabeth: What?



Hope: English, mother*****r, do you speak it?



Elizabeth: Why, yes, the Queen's English, my dear lass!



Hope: So you understand the words I'm saying to you!



Elizabeth: Yeah.



Hope: Well, what I'm saying is that there are known knowns and that there are known unknowns. But there are also unknown unknowns; things we don't know that we don't know.



Elizabeth: What?



Hope: Say what again! Say what again! I dare you! I double dare you, motherf****r! Say what one more time!



Lady Steelheart: Sorry, you all, we seemed to be experiencing technical difficulties. 

-You would hear a loud thrashing in the background- 

Hope & Elizabeth: Owww!!!

Lady Steelheart: -clear throat- Now then, where were we? 

Saskia paused briefly before ascertaining a proper response, despite the scrambling of her mind. She licked her lips softly, and bashfully shifted from her heel to her tiptoes as she swayed back and forth with her hands behind her back like a giggling innocent schoolgirl, despite her being Twenty two...and fully dressed in armor, for that matter. 

"Well, I think that's a rather lovely proposition, Sir Bailin. I would love to grace you with my prescensce in
attendance to said Ball. My only concern however is that I don't exactly have any formalwear for the occasion. You see I have these drawings...for ideas, but well, I don't happen to know any fine tailors at this present moment in time. However...I suppose I could show you..."


Saskia giggled lightly as waved a hand gently in front of her in a One hundred and eighty degree arc, curling her fingers as if doing some intricate dance with her arm. A brilliant white box emerged, filled with virtual transparent energy, though very luminescent in nature. Saskia squinted at the bright light as it burst and unfolded into a wide open interface menu. Saskia began to analyze the data and inputted a search in her inventory menu by tracing her fingers over the text like she was running her fingers over braille. The menu blinked showing a display of her current inventory which consisted of her Starter longword, a Starter great shield, Starter platemail, a whistle for her horse, and a miscallaneous item labeled "La Rose Pourpre De francais". 


She selected the item, and a magnicent rectangle canvas began to crystallize from above them and descend in a magically enchanting way as it spun vibrantly in a slow and enchanting way, when combined with the snowfall. It placed itself within the delicate confines of Saskia's fingers as she showed the portrait to the gentleman with a warm and cheerful smile on her face. 


Her horse seemed to continue bopping his head, and then tilted it curiously at the potrait before attempting to nibble at the edges. 


"Oi, cut it out, ye lame horse or I'll have to put you down! Nobody messes with the Queens dress!" 

Saskia cupped a hand offer her mouth as the scottish accent escaped her lips, but she decided to play it of with a soft chuckle, returning to her sophisticated accent. 


"I'm just kidding, this horse has always been a kind and loyal friend to me throughout my journey in this whole new world..."

Saskia smiled at the horse, as her beautiful gaze cast itself back towards Bailin. 


"So, as for your offer, if I can get a dress made by the night of the ball...." She paused before smirking confidently. "Then I accept." 

I think it should be a fine romantic notion to attend the Snowdonia winter ball with him. He seems to be a rather refined man of sophisticated caliber and dignity. Besides I suppose I could use a bit of fun every now and then. It does get pretty lonely with just me and Icarus. It wouldn't hurt to have a a bit of company now, would it? 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:2,536 ((Holy hell, current record! ^^)) 



TAGS: Bailin

template by caesar

[Bailin]

For some mysterious reason Bailin noticed a sudden flare shoot up in Lady Steelheart’s eyes, her hands clenched to a fist. ‘I must have said something to piss her off, that’s not a good thing.’ The next thing the lady did was inhale deeply, ‘Phew, so it’s not that bad.’ he thought to himself, smiling gently. A few seconds later the lady Steelheart also started smiling, looking a tad odd as if she were trying to wipe the cute smile from her face, making her look even cuter.


After his tale about the last Templar grandmaster, the lass blinked, looking somewhat shocked, in a good way. As he continued about his definition of bravery, fear and brave folk, her ivory horse with blonde mane shook its head with a soft neigh as its owner grabbed the rains. After he finished talking it appeared he had lit yet another spark in her sapphire eyes and even her voice hinted at a deeper belief and resolve on the subject.


“Hmm, an interesting and indeed devout point of view, I can respect that.” he said smiling. The lass looked as if she wanted to say more, but for some reason she fell silent, only to start rubbing her forehead slightly. After a bit she responded, as a true devout Templar. ‘Well, at least she’s sturdy in her faith, but why did she have to take that long to answer… Ah well, might be she’s cold and at least she’s resolved to stick with her words, at least verbally.’


She continued about Ephesians, whatever those were and gave him a cookie of his own making: She bowed, gracefully and somewhere Bailin felt a notion of pity that she was wearing armour instead of t-shirt. Refocusing he continued to listen to the lady Steelheart citing the Ephesians or that’s what he guessed. It sounded like a manual for soldiers, but older and more focussed on religion. At the end of her speech the lady gave a short nod and put her fist on the blue and gold sword sheath on her lift hip. It looked fancy enough, which would suggest she was either loaded with money, either by birth, inheritance, trade, battle or just sheer, bloody luck or got it some other way. It looked nice and fitting of a guardian.


After he had given her a compliment she smiled, slightly radiating or so it seemed with joy, but that might just have been the moon, stars and snow. The lady remained silent or a while, as if she were processing the words Bailin had said and pondering on a reply, though she did start fidgeting with her wrist and let out a soft, light sigh producing a small white cloud from her mouth.


At his comment about like Saul the lass smiled again, lightly, but a smile was a smile. Though after his comment about Nero her eyes shot towards the ground, a hint of unease shining from them, shaking some snow from her boot. It appeared she did not share his sense of humour that close, but that was just speculation for now as the remark was also about the faithful she held ever so dear, that much at least was clear.



As she had asked about his faith and beliefs she had looked at him with an eager glint, as if she was hanging on his lips, just to catch the faintest hint of what he might say, an eyebrow raised and lips slightly pursed. As he confessed his interest in her, the eyes of the lady started shining as if she enjoyed the attention and notion of interest in her, only to lower her head and letting out a chuckle, completing the image of a girl whom would, and apparently is, look big, scary, solid and strong until one would start going on the mushy stuff like love interests and the lot. It made Bailin smile, she looked cute this way, especially as she raised her head again after the chuckling and her hair fell in front of her face, making Bailin resist the urge to gently put it behind her ear.


After he had asked the lady to the ball she let out a gasp of air, as if he had startled her, producing another cloud of white mist that evaporated quickly as it drifted up. At the same time she blinked and started to grin, adding to the rather building cuteness of her look.

As he continued to answer her question and ask her out to the ball, the lady would occasionally chuckle, making him feel slightly uneasy, but not enough to show as it also looked rather cute. As he continued she would occasionally nod, suggesting she understood and was interested. ‘So, I’m guessing the feeling is at least slightly mutual or… she’s just being polite.’ He thought as he continued.


As he finished the lady remained silent, probably pondering a proper and polite response to either accept, call him out or reject him, so he thought, she softly licked her lips, sending a shiver down his spine and making him bite his lip as he resisted yet another urge, this time to softly kiss the girl on her lips while she stood there, swaying back and forth on her heels and toes, hands behind her back. She was rather well capable of not falling over, despite the fact she was wearing a suit of armour. And then came the words Bailin dreaded, hoped and feared to hear.

Supressing a physical outburst, Bailin internally jumped up, fist first shouting Yes! Yes! Yes! , outward however he remained calm bar a big grin of joy. The lass continued, shocking Bailin for a second as she voiced her concern… though the shock vanished like snow before the sun as she continued about a dress, which she lacked. Nodding Bailin waited until she finished talking, though when she did she started opening her HUD and taking out something that resembled a portrait. The portrait showed a pretty lady in an elegant and sexy dress, making Bailin bite his lip again as he pictured the lady in front of him in it. ‘Yes I know someone who can fix that and this is awesome.’ he thought as the horse started an attempt to nibble on the edges of the holographic screen.


Suddenly the lady broke her demeanour, shifting from talking elegant to talking like a city girl, right after she finished talking she shot her hands in front of her mouth, making Bailin laugh at the scene. Luckily the lass chuckled as well and shot back into her more regular form of speech, the rather elegant British accent. “Oh, that I don’t mind at all, it’s pretty funny from an onlooker’s perspective. However your other accent is a bit more… blunt. No worries though, I think I like both of them, though I recommend not combining them, that would make things… weird. Also, back to the horse: I guess we might say we’re even now, as I’ve probably made at least one or more improper jokes.“ he said grinning, trying to reassure the lass in front of him.


“As for the dress, I love it, it looks very fancy and sexy and I think it would look good on you. Also I’m very glad and honoured you accepted my invitation. Though, ye of little faith! Of course I know someone who can help you get your dress and don’t worry about the money, think of it as my treat instead of a drink.” He continued with a smile and a wink, “So ehm, what do you want to do now? Would you like to go to my place after I ask the tailor to come by or shall we remain here, enjoy the view and each other’s company and I’ll ask the tailor to come by in the morning?” a bit shy, dragging a small circle behind him with the toe of his left boot, hands behind his back.


Before the lady could respond he blurred out: “If you’d want to stay here with me I’d love that as this is a beautiful spot, quiet and I’m still in beautiful company. We could either enjoy the view from the railing or just sit on one of those benches. Also you should not worry; I won’t do any improper stuff unless you’d want me to.” He said shyly with a wink and gentle smile. “Or we could go to my place along the river, but I have to warn you, I don’t have any furniture yet so we’re currently at the comfortable place.”

After finishing his little suggestion on how the two of them could spend the rest of the night he opened his HUD and searched his friend-list for Mitsu and typing a message asking if Mitsu had anything to do and if he wanted to make a dress for a pretty lady, either tonight or in the morning, though that finishing touch was to await the ladies choice.

WC 1506

Saskia

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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“Oh, that I don’t mind at all, it’s pretty funny from an onlooker’s perspective. However your other accent is a bit more… blunt. No worries though, I think I like both of them, though I recommend not combining them, that would make things… weird. Also, back to the horse: I guess we might say we’re even now, as I’ve probably made at least one or more improper jokes.“ 


A graceful smile peaked across her face as giggled at Bailin's response. She was a bit nervous that he might judge her preemptively as she spoke in her less grandeur accent. A common form of speech she inherited from her father and the rest of the Scottish Clan MacLaren. Indeed sometimes it could be a travesty if she were to mix them in public as that would be quite odd, unless of course she was doing stand-up comedy. That thought she found rather amusing She glanced at Bailin with a lovely twinkle in her eye. She was  becoming more and more comfortable with Bailin by the minute. She felt an enchanting glow in her face with him near as she awaited his judgement. 


I really hope he likes it...

She thought as she rubbed her hands together in the chilly wind, as she shook the light snowflakes from her iron gauntlets. She was accustomed to the cold temperatures and didn't mind the weather, she just wanted to maintain a proper appearance in front of the tall ebony haired gentleman. 

“As for the dress, I love it, it looks very fancy and sexy and I think it would look good on you. Also I’m very glad and honoured you accepted my invitation. Though, ye of little faith! Of course I know someone who can help you get your dress and don’t worry about the money, think of it as my treat instead of a drink.”

Well, that's awfully sweet of him...though I wonder how much a dress like this might cost. I hear making things in the world is a lot different than in the world we used to live in. I hope it doesn't cost him an arm and a leg...I don't want him going that far out of his way for me, but I suppose it would be unladylike for me to oppose his proposition. After all, he said it, not me! 


Saskia blushed slightly and courageously brandished her own cocky grin. She bit the bottom of her strawberry pink lip seductively as she raised her brows to for two pink arches that reveled in intrigue. Her gaze seemed to just be focused on his lips as he spoke so smoothly. She blinked suddenly, refocusing her attention to his eye s he spoke. 


  “So ehm, what do you want to do now? Would you like to go to my place after I ask the tailor to come by or shall we remain here, enjoy the view and each other’s company and I’ll ask the tailor to come by in the morning?” 


It is rather interesting that he seems to have everything in order...


Felicia: Girlllll, what are you thinking? Runnin' off with a stranger! And he ain't even offering for you to get yo' hair did...uh uh boo, you better next his ass and find you the right one! And what's with that goofy patch on his eye, you know what they say about them pirates girl, all they want is the booty, better run a criminal background check on him! He might kidnap you! Check your facts girl! Do your research! 


Elizabeth, Hope, and Lady Steelheart: Bye, Felicia! 


Felicia: Whatever, I just know you tell him about that STD you caught in uni! Mhmm. Making all them videos. You better check on this one, Bailin! Don't let the pink hair fool you. Do you research, Bailin! Do your research! 


Elizabeth, Hope, and Lady Steelheart: Bye, Felicia!

-Felicia walks out doing her Naomi Campbell walk-

Elizabeth: Gahhh, that ghetto little bimbo drives me mad...I thought we locked her up along with the others.....

Lady Steelheart: -blinks- Wait....there's others?

Hope: Oi, that's right! You can think of us as a sorority of sisters! Or in some occasions....a sorority of slayers. le femme fatale! But Hope and Elizabeth are the most dominant ones. Though you are beginning to make quite the trilogy yourself Steelheart. Heh...

Elizabeth: Yeah, just wait until she meets Widow....

Lady Steelheart: Widow...?

Hope: Ughhh....yeah, you don't want to meet Widow. It took all the sisters of the sorority to seal her away and suppress her to the darkest depths of my mind...




Saskia rubbed her temples and looked away for a moment, her vision blurred for a few seconds before she refocused her attention on the warden. She pondered on the thought and began to trail her tongue over her lips before speaking. She paused a moment laughing lightly as his toe swirled tiny circles using his left boot as he hid his hands behind him. It was adorable in nature. 




Before Saskia could utter a word he blurred out: “If you’d want to stay here with me I’d love that as this is a beautiful spot, quiet and I’m still in beautiful company. We could either enjoy the view from the railing or just sit on one of those benches. Also you should not worry; I won’t do any improper stuff unless you’d want me to.”

The corners of her sweet, delicate, shining lips swept upward again as he made his flirtatious remark. She found herself wanting to prolong her time with him, she felt as if she could listen to him speak for hours. It was like an enchanting dream. 


“Or we could go to my place along the river, but I have to warn you, I don’t have any furniture yet so we’re currently at the comfortable place.”



After he gave her the options that she would have to weigh out, she noticed him open his HUD and searched his friend-list for name that read Mitsu and typing a message that Saskia didn't want to pry into discovering what it was about. 


"Oh, that's right...you're supposed to be able to communicate with people who are on your friends list, correct? I....never quite used the system, but I heard that you can talk to people telepathcally...is that true or were they just taking the piss?"

Saskia asked curiously as she began to wave a whimsical hand that maginified her elegance and serenity as she caused a vast array of data to wave into shape, forming a transparent interface screen to emerge, she began to dial through the commands, nd flicked her eyes up to the in game name above Bailin's head to make sure she got the spelling correctly. She smirked at Bailin, before scoffing with a light chuckle as she highlighted him as a target and  cast a Tier 3 Death Spell  sent him a friend request as she clicked the bright blue button.


"You have sent a friend request to Bailin."  

The text read in vibrant ivory letters on royal blue background. Saskia slowly squinted at Bailin with an adoring glare. As she looked over at his screen. 


"You have received a friend request from Crazy Psycho B***h  Saskia. Do you accept?" 


In fine print, it would read, accept at your your risk! 

Saskia chuckled as she gripped Bailin's hand gently and semi-forced him to push yes, though it may be possible that he was willing all along.


"Come on, let's try it out!" Saskia said with an excited cheer as she scurried over to the bench leaving Bailin behind with the horse. After kicking up much snow with her boots like a child, she flashed Bailin a sneaky glance, as she turned her back away from him and seemed to be off on some mischievous agenda as she raised her right index finger and her middle finger to her temple and began to meditate on the gentleman. 


"Hey there handsome, can you hear me? If you can I got a secret to share with you. I might have been too nervous to say it in person...but I do find you really attractive and....and I think I'd like to spend more time with you. If you're not too tired that is...I mean..I'm not...after all the night is still young...I'm...really excited for the ball, really....I think it will be a wonderful experience...to be honest...it gives me butterflies just thinking about it....Oh, I'm just rambling on and on now, Aren't I?"


"Oi, yeah, you kinda are! Let me see the microphone! Oi, hey there hot stuff! My name's Hope! So when are you buying the sexy girl a drink, you sexy stud~"


"Calm down, Hope, you're going to give Elizabeth a heart attack!"


"Girlllll, I don't see how y'all still talking to Mr. One-eyed wonder over here...now what we need to do is talk to that sexy black werecat, now he was fierce, rawr! That sexy kitty had claws..."


"Oi, calm down you freaking furry! I was talking here!"

*The connection would scramble*

Saskia face would revel in agony as she stood shocked her fingers slipping from her temples, she would look devastated, though Bailin might not notice as she had her back turned towards him. She bit her lip nervously as her heart rate increase and began to pound through her chest. Her eyes quivered rapidly as her fingers by her temple trembled. 


Gah, What was I thinking...using telepathy;, gah, stupid, stupid, stupid! Gah....now he's going to think I'm weird...how am I going to fix this...

She sighed nervously before collecting her thoughts and channeled them into one quick message before releasing her fingers from her temple. 

"H-...Hello? Bailin? Uhm... sorry about that...I guess some other people must have slipped unto our connection. You could uhm..sit with me on the bench if you want, we'll be-...I mean I'll be waiting for you there."


"Oh, and don't worry about the horse, he'll stay nearby, though he might be thirsty and decide to leave for a drink..."

Saskia quickly released her fingers from her temple and took several steps forward to one of the benches, as she used her gauntlet to wipe away the snow. She sat down lightly as began to shake like a nervous wreck, uncertain of what reaction to expect from Bailin, or if she had scared him off so bad that he decided to go for swim and test his luck in the icy river. Her heart sank as she tucked her chin into her chest and shivered.



I'm just done for...I know it. I ruined EVERYTHING! Why does this always have to happen to me. Why can't I just have one...ONE freaking  romantic night without all the bloody harlots in my head ruining everything! I hate living like this...I wish that this game could hve taken away all the voices in my head like they took away my family...like they took away mum and dad...like they took away the hairdresser Favian and my butler Jeffrey...like they took away Lacey....and now this stupid game and it's mechanics are going to take away my first friend on the server...I hate this stupid game. I want to go home!!!


Saskia sighed lightly trying to maintain control of her wild emotions. She couldn't bare to let Bailin see her like this so she surrendered herself to the consolation of the stars above as they twinkled in the night sky. A faint smile sparkling across her face.


I know you're somewhere out there...somewhere far away...I'm praying for you...mum..dad...Lacey...I'm praying for all of you. Lacey...I hope to find you soon, sis. I hope you're enjoying this beautiful night sky as much as I am...I wonder if maybe...you've found a charming gentleman like I have and maybe...just maybe...I'll find you there, too...until then I suppose I'll just keep praying, praying for a day that will be brightened with your smile...

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:1763 
Post Theme Song: True Love (I thought it'd be cool if I did this for each post. Adds a magical touch while reading. ^^) 



TAGS: Bailin

template by caesar

[Bailin]

After his reaction, the lady gave a grafeful smile as she giggled at his reaction to her… outburst, rubbing her hands together, making her gauntlets reflect the moon- and starlight a bit duller due to the properties of the metal.


At his offer of paying for the dress the lady blushed and produced a grin of her own, showing a yet another side of her. To make matters worse she bit her bottom lip as if she was challenging his restraint or trying to confirm his words. Quickly deciding not to fall for the trap he had continued to discuss the task at hand; there would be lots of time for those temptations later on, making her blink.


As he finished talking he noticed that the lady had started rubbing her temples, looking away for a bit and then shifting her gaze to him again, slowly licking her lips, tempting Bailin even more, taking a lot of willpower not to give in. So he blurred out the next of his ramblings, which made her smile ever so sweetly.


After his proposal to remain either here or go to his house he opened his HUD to send a message to Mitsu, which sparked a question from the lady in front of him, creating an inquisitive spark in her eyes.


“As far as I’ve understood you can….” Bailin managed to answer before the lady started waving and opening her HUD, making a friend request pop up in front of his nose. Looking at her face Bailin noticed she smirked and chuckled as she did, adding to the cuteness of her appearance. As she told him that she had sent him the friend request all he could do was smile and think: ‘I hadn’t noticed.’ as the lady glared at him, putting up a cute face. Apparently things took too long for her as she grabbed his arm, rather gentle, and made him push the accept button. ‘Well aren’t you an impatient lass.’ He thought as he grinned, getting the mental image of a little girl wanting someone to push a button.


Before he could answer the lass said she wanted to try the telepathy thing out, which was a tad odd for Bailin, as they were standing and had been standing within talking distance, something that was confirmed by the fact they had been talking for quite a while. Kicking up some snow the lass gave him a quick glance, telling him she was up to no good, but in a fun way… probably, turning around and doing something he couldn’t see, bar that she put her index and middle finger against her temple.


Suddenly he could her hear voice inside her head, it was strange, ‘So this is how it might be like when one would hear voices that weren’t there in the real world. I guess this one is a lot less harmful than those I suppose.’ He thought, hoping she couldn’t hear his thoughts.


Hearing her words made him smile and feel all tingly inside, a feeling of strong joyful feelings. She continued to admit she also liked him and liked to spend more time with him, though she was too nervous to tell him in person ‘Ahw, that’s cute.’ he thought, continuing to listen to her. She talked about how she looked forward to the ball, that the night was still young and that she had butterflies just thinking about it, adding to the cuteness of the telepathic conversation. She ended with a remark on her rambling, something he had also done, and then the weird stuff began.


Garbled Bailin could hear at least three voices fighting, all sounding like the lady but using a different vocabulary.

The first one started with something that sounded like ‘you… are… microphone… hey… hot stuff… name’s Hope. Taking… sexy… drink… you sexy…


Another voice, so to speak, urged, probably this Hope persona, to calm down because heart attack. That voice was followed by something of a ghetto lady, so to speak, and mumbling about a sexy werecat with sexy claws…., she didn’t make much sense, though given the situation it was really, really… weird and the lack of sense and logic fitted perfectly. The fourth voice sounded more like what Bailin had heard before when she had talked to her horse. And then the voices faded out, the lack of sound suggesting telepathic link probably broken off by the lady.


‘OK, this was weird…’ He thought to himself as he took a step towards her before he noticed her fingers at her temple were trembling, feeling slightly uneasy himself. Softly he heard a soft sigh, followed by a white plume of mist drifting away in the snowy evening. Then came a rather shaken message, it was clear but the voice sending the message sounded rather shaken. The lady apologised for the scrambled messages, suggesting that probably other people had found a way into their conversation. She asked him to sit with her at the bench, if he wanted and that he shouldn’t worry about the horse as it would probably be fine and go for a drink.


Then the message ended and the lady took her fingers of her temple and moved towards one of the benches, leaving Bailin wavering for a bit as he tried to deduce what in the name of logic just had happened.


Pondering he stood there, on that snowy pier, contemplating what he should do, what he could do, what he wanted to do. On the one end he wanted to walk out of the lass, something was clearly wrong and he didn’t want any part of that. On the other hand he had seen how she could be and that appeared to be the most present version of the lass. Or perhaps she had pulled a prank on him to test him. These thoughts and more shot through his mind as he stood there, motionless on the pier. And there the path ahead of him became clear.


With silent stride he walked to behind the lady on the bench, she was looking into the far off. Taking in a deep and silent breath he leaned forward ‘Well, here goes nothing.’ he thought as he gently put his left arm around the girl’s shoulders. With his right hand he gently took her face and turned it towards him, putting some strands of hair behind her ear, gently he cupped her cheek with his right hand… and kissed her, softly, tenderly yet with passion. Letting go after a few seconds, definably leaving her startled, he went and sat down next to her, taking her hands in to his.


“I think this says enough, but I also want to add this:“ he stated, warm, exiting and nervous feelings rushing through him; “We both have our quirks and we’ll figure all of them out on the long run, if you decide to stick with me, however I would like to know all about the most recent quirk we’ve both just experienced. I’d like you to be full and honest with me, and I’d like you to remain that way if we are to continue forward, together. I think of this as a challenge, a challenge we both have to face, together if you’d like that, I know I do. So let’s just talk and if you want you can lean against me. Though I’d prefer if you’d lose the armour as it will most likely will create unwanted holes into me and I’m rather content with the number of holes I currently have.” he said, starting off sternly and ending with a joke to lighten the mood, hoping she would just talk to him and not be scared off by the, most likely, unexpected kiss. Acting on his words he opened his HUD and put both his rapier as his armour in his inventory and pulling the lass closer to him as to entice her to do the same, relax and just talk.


WC: 1334

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Her gaze drifted towards the crushed snow that appeared from her iron greaves making soft footprints into the blanket of white canvas. As she slipped into silent thought.


I wonder what footprints I'll leave behind in this world...what mark I'll make in this pages of this world's history books...

She felt the warm palm of someone's hand and her first instinct was to reach for the hilt of her sword, but before she could react, a gentle hand had coerced her to surrender unto smooth seduction, as it turned her to a familiar face. Removing the strands of hair that lingered in front of her face, he tucked the neatly behind her ear before he proceeded to caress her soft cheeks and kiss her affectionately and vigorously.


The warmth of his hands left from her side as seemed to be at a lost for words, but that was quite alright as the dance of her lips alone was enough for him to understand the attraction was mutual.


Felicia: Oh helllll naw girl, you better keep your tongue in your damn mouth! And did he just touch my weave? Oh, helll no! -pats weave- Uh uh...he's got to go!


“I think this says enough, but I also want to add this:“ he spoke in a very cautious yet caring manner, obviously new to what he was getting himself into. “We both have our quirks and we’ll figure all of them out on the long run, if you decide to stick with me, however I would like to know all about the most recent quirk we’ve both just experienced. I’d like you to be full and honest with me, and I’d like you to remain that way if we are to continue forward, together. I think of this as a challenge, a challenge we both have to face, together if you’d like that, I know I do. So let’s just talk and if you want you can lean against me. Though I’d prefer if you’d lose the armour as it will most likely will create unwanted holes into me and I’m rather content with the number of holes I currently have.” 

He cleverly added a it of humor that sent a soft smile across Saskia's face as she paused a moment to allow her heart to digest the words that were being said, still feeling butterflies from the serene kiss they shared.


Felicia: -squints- So I guess you just gonna sit there and smile and not tell him about that cold sore on your lips...that's real dirty Hope!


Hope: Oh, shut up! My avatar is beautiful! And you're ruining the moment!


Felicia: Shut your trap, you co-dependent b****! Remember Darryl? Remember how he told you all those sweet nothings, went over to your place, then when you woke up, he left out the window and put a note on your drawer!


Hope: Yeah, but this time we'll have handcuffs!


Felicia: Handcuffs! Oooo, my girlll! Where you going to get those?


Hope: Well, he's a warden, right?


Felicia: Ohhh, hold up! He's a cop, girl? You ain't tell him about those warrants and the two felonies on your record from when you broke up with Tyrone and held him hostage for three months in that underground bunker after he stepped out on you with his baby momma?


Hope: Hey, hey~ You know what they say girl! Ignorance is bliss~


Felicia: Amen to that, sister~ Now, let me get a good look at this dude. -inspects Bailin's shoes- Oh hellllz naw, where this dude J's at? Baby girl, yo got to buy this man some Jordans, he ain't got no style...get him a snapback and some tattoos, and then we'll be in business~


Hope: You a dumb little broad, you know that?


Felicia: Ha, girl, anyways~ Now back to my baby daddy...*waves at Bailin* Hey, boo~

Saskia snickered to herself quietly as she glanced at Bailin put away his items.

Felicia: Woo! Woo! Police chief! Woo! Woo! Police chief in the houseeeee! It's like that bachelorette party you had before you found out Tyrell was cheating on you with your bridesmaid. But that's okay because we duct taped her to our chair at the salon and shaved her head. Bet she won't try that again~



She paused for a moment, gathering her bearing and beginning to think clearly.


Crap...is he serious right now? Why couldn't he just let it go and act like it never even happened. I don't like it when people pry...damn it...what do I do...come on, think, Elizabeth, think...

Her heart began to race with nervousness as she began to contemplate her options. On one end, Bailin was very caring and upfront about his beliefs and intentions, on the opposite spectrum it meant opening a door to trust and in doing so, making herself more vulnerable than ever before.


Lady Steelheart: Be careful who you open up to, only a few people actually care, the rest are just curious...

She nodded her head slightly, before holding a brief pause, then speaking slowly.

"Well, Bailin, whereas I can appreciate your honesty. I'd rather not talk about it at the moment. I'm a big girl now and I can take care of myself. Not saying that I don't appreciate your concern. I'd like to just enjoy ourselves and focus on getting ready for the ball. Maybe after we can dive into that, but I'd like to keep things light to begin with."


Saskia rose to her feet, and navigated through her menu, unequipping her large armor and exchanging it for a more casual civilian attire, still appropriately layered for the winter. It was a green jacket, with a soft angelic undergarment. She glanced up and gazed into Bailin's eye soft-heartedly.


I've got to be strong...

She glanced away, turning her back towards Bailin, and began to run her left thumb over the inside of her right palm nervously. She didn't know how to handled the confrontation. It was maing her feel boxed in. As if walls were closing in. Slowly but surely, she felt a tightening in her chest. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as breathing in a confident air.


I can do this...


She turned around to glance back as Bailin, who was sitting rather calmly, or so it seemed. She couldn't help but chuckle at his face, filled with funny memories of conversations held before. She returned to his side, and if he would allow her, she would use his chest for a light pillow and glance up at the ivory moon.

"So, you mentioned you wanted to be in the navy? I had a friend that was in the British Royal Marines, he fought in that one war...in Afghanistan. He said it was terrible conditions out there. Firefights everyday...falling asleep to incoming mortar fire... the crazy thing he said is that he got so used to it that he could sleep peacefully at night hearing the gunshots echo through the city because it was so common. I guess he got so numb that death didn't even seem to matter to him. And now in this world, there's so much fighting with the monsters has anybody even figured out what happens to us if we die? It's a scary thought, really...but what if that's how we wake up in the real world?"

She inquired, as he subtly tried to change the subject, not wanting to delve into matters that made her sincerely insecure. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
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Post Theme Song: The Truth



TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

As he had kissed Saskia, her face went to a startled look, followed by a smile after his opening speech, as so to call it. It took a short bit before she responded, as Bailin put away his equipment. It took a longer while for Saskia to respond to his voicing out.

At last she began to talk, slowly as if she was searching for the words that would either least offend him or because she had no idea what she actually wanted to say to him in response. It was cute on the one hand, but serious on the other.


When she spoke his stomach turned around a bit, but quickly recovering from the initial shock he remembered that, though everything had been amazing, they had only met this snowy night, so her lack of… trust or willingness to share everything right away wasn’t that strange. Though it still left his stomach a bit turned about, he quickly calmed down a bit. Saskia explained that she liked his honesty but that she’d rather not talk about it for now, that she could take care of herself, but that she valued his concern. She continued that they should probably best focus on getting ready for the ball but maybe after the ball she’d be willing to discuss the subject further, but for now to keep things rather simple. It saddened Bailin a bit, but he thought he understood her reluctance.


Rising to her feet Saskia opened her menu, taking of her armour, which would indeed lighten their conversation and the mood by a large amount. Her green jacket looked a bit in contrast with her light pink hair, a good bit darker in the dark, moon- and starlit night. Then she turned her gaze in Bailin’s eye and from his eye she turned about, showing him her back. It was less shiny without the armour but charming still.


A few moments later she turned back to him, for some reason letting out a chuckle, as she moved gracefully back to his side, resting her head on his chest as she looked at the moon. Softly she began to speak about a friend of hers who used to be in the British Royal Marines and how said friend had been sent to warzones and how he had… adjusted to sleeping in said zones with their gunfire lit skies and how said friend had become numb to death, it seeing odd to her. She continued to ask a rather philosophical question, regarding the… what happens after and what if they would die, scaring her a bit.


“Hmm, well as I’ve come to understand, if we die here we just respawn, get a second chance so to speak. However, rumour has it that if you do get reborn, you might lose some memories of the real world, so to speak. Small things at first but when you die more often, you’ll lose bigger bits, or at least as far as I’ve understood things. As or your friend, I’ve heard and read the same things, but yes, that happens. As is not known to many, things like shellshock didn’t exist until around 1850 or something. That was when armies could shell and shoot at each other from such a great distance one didn’t need to be in visual range. So… our minds adapt, and like your friend’s mind, I think we shall adapt as well, we’re human deep down, we will adapt and try to thrive, despite the circumstances.” he said calmly as he thought carefully about each word as to make sure he didn’t scare the lass on his chest, her warmth glowing through his shirt. “As for the navy bit, like I said, I like the water, so why not find a workplace where one is surrounded by it? But alas, life had other plans, but on the bright side, I met you due to it, so it’s not a total loss.” He said with a smile, caressing her check as he put some of her pink strands of hair behind her ear, smiling and joining Saskia in her gaze at the moon.


WC: 691

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