Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 2:50:04 GMT
Dumah groaned slightly in agitation, sitting on a soft stool on the opposite side of Aleister's bar. "Y' know, Dumah, I gotta say..." The man smiled a slight smirk, the edge of his lips curled upwards in schadenfreudeistic pleasure at seeing his old friend soaked to the bone, a trail of water behind him all the way from the magnificent, imposing set of marble double doors leading into Westminster Abbey and Noihara's personal guildhall. The sopping guild master shooting the barkeep a piercing glare, allowing his eyes to do the talking. The use of words was not necessary, the sharp look doing a sufficient job at telling the man to stop talking, and that he was not in the mood to be teased or poked fun at. Dumah began to reach for the bottom of his shirt and jacket, ready to take the dripping clothes off before he was interrupted by the dry Person of The Land, pushing his hand out to emphasize his words. "Hey, hold on!" Dumah stopped, curiously looking at his friend, a face of intrigue replacing that of sick pleasure from before. "I have an idea, actually. Mind calling Alette down here real quick?"
Dumah seemed confused and perplexed, wondering what the man was up to. "Alright... Yes, that's not a problem, Aleister." He let go of the bottom edge of his top, tapping at thin air as the thin clothes stuck to his wet skin. Once he had made a few taps at the air before him, accessing the user interface and its sub-menus. After a moment, he lowered his left hand, his right hand to his ear. "Hey Alette, where are you?" He waited a few seconds, letting the girl speak. "Alright, great. If you are not busy, would you mind coming down? Aleister needs you." Once again he waited, smiling once she finished talking. "Thank you. Love you, see you once you get down here." Before hanging up, he allowed the girl to speak, then tapping at the invisible menu and ending the call.
"So I gotta ask, Dumah, what exactly happened to you?" Aleister leaned forward over his bar, a bit of an inquisitive look on his face. "I mean, you can't tell me you just felt like going for a swim in the fountain on your way home did you? You look like you took a jog through a waterfall-"
The barkeep was cut off by a slightly agitated tone in the words from the Spellsword's mouth. "I get it, Aleister!" Dumah let his hair down, allowing it all to drop down out of the ponytail he almost always had his hair in. As he spoke, he grabbed a bundle of his long hair, wringing it dry and letting the water hit the wooden panels of the bar floor. "In case you have not noticed, it has been raining for the past several minutes... I was on my way home when it suddenly started pouring."
Aleister looked and acted somewhat upset as his floor was soaked in rain water, almost lecturing his dripping friend. "Hey, hey! At least let me get a bucket or something for you to wring the water into! If you keep letting the water hit the floor like that then-" He sighed as he observed the man ignore his request, wringing dry another bundle of his long, silky black hair. He reached under his bar counter, grabbing a bucket and walking around the bar to stand by his friend, placing the bucket under the rush of water. "If you let it hit the floor like that, the wood will rot and warp." As Dumah ignored his lecture, more focused on drying himself, Aleister grabbed his friend's shoulder and leaned in menacingly close. "Hey!"
As the Spellsword was appropriately lectured by the handsome Person of The Land, the large door leading into Aleister's bar opened up, the young girl they had been expecting walking in, she was cut off in her speech as she saw the two beautiful men so close. "I'm here da-" There was an awkward silence as everyone simply stared at one another. Alette took a slow, small step back... "... Am I interrupting something...?"
Both of the men looked rather flustered at the girl's misconstrued assumption of what she had just stepped into. They both spoke almost in unison, Aleister letting go of her father's shoulder and backing away from him as they both spoke in urgency. "No no no! This is not- He was just-!" They both sighed, Aleister explaining why they had called for her. "Anyways, I had an idea for something. Alette, would you mind if I borrow an old staff?"
The girl calmed down a bit as she was assured nothing was going on. She stepped fully into the room, smiling a bit in relief, also smirking in a joking and teasing tone; one that was somewhat jarring for Dumah to hear. "I mean, hey, it's really no big deal. If you two want me to step out so you can both-"
"Alette..." She was silenced by the paternally commanding voice of her father, giving her a bit of a warning glare. "I think you have been spending a little too much time with Katarina... It would seem her playfully mocking personality has been rubbing off on you..."
The girl felt somewhat ashamed as she was told to stop, her time with the guild's Cleric - and the only friend Alette had her age - being called out. "I'm sorry..." She sighed, smiling a bit crooked as she tried to change the topic. "Anyways, yeah, you can borrow a staff if you want." As she spoke she was already tapping in front of her at thin air, several taps leading to a staff spawning and materializing in front of her. It was a fairly low level one, a simple wooden staff with a few runes inscribed. She walked towards the one who had requested the item, handing it to him.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of the weapon, smiling as he took it in his hand. "Thanks, Alette. I'll be sure to get this back to you a little bit later." She gave a smile, letting him know that it was not that big a deal and that he could take his time. He nodded in response, smiling a bit. "Thanks. Anyways, take care."
"My pleasure, Aleister!" She smiled, bowing in a cute, friendly manner before heading back towards the door and stopping in the doorway, giving a little wave before she finished stepping out of the bar and into the hallway to return upstairs to spend time with Katarina, the two men giving a smile and a wave as she stepped out.
Aleister smiled, looking down at the staff in his hands. "Alright..." He looked at Dumah, still dripping wet, smiling and speaking in a disconcertingly excited tone. "Take your shirt off!" He punctuated his command with a very cautiously light tap of the bottom of the staff on the wood floor, the audible thud being joined by a small gust of wind blowing his friend. They both went a bit wide eyed at the magic, taken off guard. "Huh... Maybe I'm a Sorcerer..." He knew this was not the case however, smiling as he dismissed the theory. "Nah, that can't be. I'm sure it was just Alette playing a little prank."
Dumah gripped his arms, shivering as the zephyr hit him with frigid air, the sopping clothes only making it worse. "Y-You better have some plan to dry my clothes, A-Aleister..." Dumah's teeth clattered a bit as he shivered, shaking as he tried to take off the drenched jacket and button shirt. Once he had managed, he quickly handed the clothes to Aleister, holding his left upper arm with his right hand, his left hand opening up as a small fireball spawned to warm him up. He held it close, the only thing keeping him from scalding his torso being the fact that it was his own spell. He sighed calmly as the flame did its job, slowly starting to warm the Spellsword.
As his friend desperately tried to get warm, Aleister was already hard at work on his idea, making something with the staff and bundled up ball of sopping clothes. Once they were tied tightly around one end, Aleister smirked in excitement. "Alright, let's give this a shot!" With a look of determination and confidence, he slammed the dripping bundle of fabrics down on the wood floor, mopping the wooden ground with the rain water collected in the clothing.
With the flame still in his hands and by his chest, Dumah glared at the barkeep in an expression that was only definable as a mixture of disappointment and anger. "You have got to be kidding me..." All this time he had been hoping to see the Person of The Land utilize the items he had requested to dry the clothing of the wet guild master in some creative way. "You needed my clothes and Alette's old staff for a mop?"
Aleister, still mopping away at the ever so slightly dirty floor, nodded happily, smiling as he spoke. "'Course. I haven't washed the floor in about two days, and your wringing out your hair gave me the idea. Ever since Sark-" Aleister paused for a moment, staring at the door as if he expected the mention of the Dwarf to summon him like some ritualistic demon. "... Ever since Sark broke my mop last month, I've had to get creative. I will say, Alette's been a big help lately though." He smirked as he continued to mop the floor. "Really kind of makes me wish I actually was a Sorcerer, those spells really can be used in some pretty useful ways."
With his mana depleted, the ball of flame dissipated from Dumah's hand. He sighed, groaning a bit as he felt every bit of cool air that his spell had kept at bay. Feeling defeated, the Spellsword sulked forward, resting his head on the bar counter. "Are you almost done, at least? I need something to cover me, I am getting cold."
Barely taking his attention away from the cleaning of his precious bar, Aleister looked down but glanced at Dumah in the corner of his eyes. "What happened to the Dumahim Anorak of Hope? Hell, what happened to your starter armor set?" He asked, raising one eyebrow curiously.
Dumah lifted his head off the hard wood, leaning back against the bar instead. "I put the Anorak in the armory last week and when I went to retrieve it, someone had already taken it. As for my starter gear..." The Spellsword cringed a bit as he thought about wearing the hideous equipment. "To be quite honest, I would rather walk the streets of Londinium topless than wear that abomination... People will be more understanding of a guild master who is topless than one who is wearing armor fifty three levels below him."
Aleister chuckled a bit, smiling and rolling his eyes. "Yes, because seeing a guild master in armor fifty three levels below him is far worse than seeing said guild master wear clothing that is forty eight levels below him. Oh you poor thing, I do pity you so." He spoke in a mocking, sarcastic tone. It seemed Katarina was rubbing off on just about everyone in the guild - or at the very least, all of the People of The Land. Finishing the floors in record time, leaving them sparkling and glistening, Aleister returned Dumah's clothes. Thankfully the floor of the bar was not dirty to begin with, lest Dumah likely refuse the clothing. "Here you go." With that done, he put the young sorceress' staff to the side as he reached into a small ice box and retrieved a glass of Dumah's usual drink, offering the colorful mixture of fruit juices.
Dumah smiled a bit as he was offered the drink, buttoning the last hole on his under shirt before sliding the black jacket on over it. "Thank you, Aleister." He took the freezing cold glass, noticing that his clothes were a bit less wet than before. It seemed the man washing his floor with them actually had helped a little bit. Dumah took a big swig of the mixture, putting the glass back down. "Are you busy tonight?"
The barkeep pulled a cloth from under his bar, about to wet it and use it to wipe down the counter, but stopped as he was asked about his availability. "Yeah, I should be free. Why, what did you have planned?" With his plans to continue cleaning his beloved bar interrupted, Aleister once again put the small rag back from where he had retrieved it.
"Well, I had some plans to do a bit of crafting, actually. I thought perhaps you would like to join me and keep me company if you had no other plans." The damp man looked down at his drink, mixing it gently with the wooden stick of a little umbrella stuck in the glass.
Offering a smile as his friend stirred his drink, Aleister felt a bit excited to see how Dumah would react to the decoration, or rather what he would think of it. "Yeah, that sounds alright. Anyways, what do you think of the little umbrella? I heard it was a nice little touch to the drinks in the West. What you Adventurers would call..." He tapped his skull, deep in thought as he tried to recall the name. "The... Oh, what was it... The United States of..." He snapped his fingers repeatedly, the last word on the tip of his tongue. "The United States of... Amberlain...?"
Dumah laughed softly and smiled, shaking his head to correct his friend. "I believe you mean the United States of America, Aleister." He looked down at the umbrella, pulling it out before taking another drink and looking at the tiny parasol, holding it between his index finger and thumb so he could spin it around. "I do know the touch is American, though to be honest I do not know from where exactly it originates, nor from when it comes." He finished his drink, putting the glass down and returning its tiny umbrella before standing up. "Anyways, if you are ready, let us be off."
Aleister smirked a bit, chuckling gently as he pushed against his bar to stand himself up straight. "When you say it like that it sounds like we're headin' on some big adventure." He smiled, his left hand in his left pocket as he walked around the bar and towards the door with his friend. Together they left the bar, walking down the hall towards guild's clothier room. With each step in his soaked shoes, the corridor was filled with the annoying sound of squeaking rubber. It repeated a few times until eventually Dumah decided to just kick his shoes off, unequipping both his squeaking shoes and his soaked socks, walking on his bare feet instead.
"I need to make some spare clothes for cases like this..." Dumah sighed as he made a mental note to make another set of clothing for himself in the case of sudden rain or a fight against a water elemental; really any case in which his clothing is too uncomfortable to keep on. This mental note went right below all the others, sitting under 'Find out how Lyssamanya keeps getting into the guildhall without permission.' When he thought about it, his long list of mental notes almost felt like a quest log from any other game. As the two men stepped into clothier, Dumah began asking for Aleister's help and assistance. "Mind grabbing me two large sheets of fabric, as well as three bundles of leather? The color of the cloth does not matter, but whatever color you do pick, make sure to get me a spool of thread in a matching color."
Aleister nodded, heading towards the wall full of resources for any tailoring job imaginable. "You got it, Dumah." He began to retrieve the items he had been asked to get, soon returning to the slowly air drying half-alv. "Here you go, I got what you asked for." He placed the materials down on the large table Dumah was seated at, organizing the items with the help of the actual tailor.
"Thank you, Aleister. That should be all I will need for now, I appreciate it." He smiled at his friend, offering the man some respite as he started to work, leaving the Person of The Land to once again try and figure out how in the world someone was supposed to get comfortable in a bean bag chair.
Dumah seemed confused and perplexed, wondering what the man was up to. "Alright... Yes, that's not a problem, Aleister." He let go of the bottom edge of his top, tapping at thin air as the thin clothes stuck to his wet skin. Once he had made a few taps at the air before him, accessing the user interface and its sub-menus. After a moment, he lowered his left hand, his right hand to his ear. "Hey Alette, where are you?" He waited a few seconds, letting the girl speak. "Alright, great. If you are not busy, would you mind coming down? Aleister needs you." Once again he waited, smiling once she finished talking. "Thank you. Love you, see you once you get down here." Before hanging up, he allowed the girl to speak, then tapping at the invisible menu and ending the call.
"So I gotta ask, Dumah, what exactly happened to you?" Aleister leaned forward over his bar, a bit of an inquisitive look on his face. "I mean, you can't tell me you just felt like going for a swim in the fountain on your way home did you? You look like you took a jog through a waterfall-"
The barkeep was cut off by a slightly agitated tone in the words from the Spellsword's mouth. "I get it, Aleister!" Dumah let his hair down, allowing it all to drop down out of the ponytail he almost always had his hair in. As he spoke, he grabbed a bundle of his long hair, wringing it dry and letting the water hit the wooden panels of the bar floor. "In case you have not noticed, it has been raining for the past several minutes... I was on my way home when it suddenly started pouring."
Aleister looked and acted somewhat upset as his floor was soaked in rain water, almost lecturing his dripping friend. "Hey, hey! At least let me get a bucket or something for you to wring the water into! If you keep letting the water hit the floor like that then-" He sighed as he observed the man ignore his request, wringing dry another bundle of his long, silky black hair. He reached under his bar counter, grabbing a bucket and walking around the bar to stand by his friend, placing the bucket under the rush of water. "If you let it hit the floor like that, the wood will rot and warp." As Dumah ignored his lecture, more focused on drying himself, Aleister grabbed his friend's shoulder and leaned in menacingly close. "Hey!"
As the Spellsword was appropriately lectured by the handsome Person of The Land, the large door leading into Aleister's bar opened up, the young girl they had been expecting walking in, she was cut off in her speech as she saw the two beautiful men so close. "I'm here da-" There was an awkward silence as everyone simply stared at one another. Alette took a slow, small step back... "... Am I interrupting something...?"
Both of the men looked rather flustered at the girl's misconstrued assumption of what she had just stepped into. They both spoke almost in unison, Aleister letting go of her father's shoulder and backing away from him as they both spoke in urgency. "No no no! This is not- He was just-!" They both sighed, Aleister explaining why they had called for her. "Anyways, I had an idea for something. Alette, would you mind if I borrow an old staff?"
The girl calmed down a bit as she was assured nothing was going on. She stepped fully into the room, smiling a bit in relief, also smirking in a joking and teasing tone; one that was somewhat jarring for Dumah to hear. "I mean, hey, it's really no big deal. If you two want me to step out so you can both-"
"Alette..." She was silenced by the paternally commanding voice of her father, giving her a bit of a warning glare. "I think you have been spending a little too much time with Katarina... It would seem her playfully mocking personality has been rubbing off on you..."
The girl felt somewhat ashamed as she was told to stop, her time with the guild's Cleric - and the only friend Alette had her age - being called out. "I'm sorry..." She sighed, smiling a bit crooked as she tried to change the topic. "Anyways, yeah, you can borrow a staff if you want." As she spoke she was already tapping in front of her at thin air, several taps leading to a staff spawning and materializing in front of her. It was a fairly low level one, a simple wooden staff with a few runes inscribed. She walked towards the one who had requested the item, handing it to him.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of the weapon, smiling as he took it in his hand. "Thanks, Alette. I'll be sure to get this back to you a little bit later." She gave a smile, letting him know that it was not that big a deal and that he could take his time. He nodded in response, smiling a bit. "Thanks. Anyways, take care."
"My pleasure, Aleister!" She smiled, bowing in a cute, friendly manner before heading back towards the door and stopping in the doorway, giving a little wave before she finished stepping out of the bar and into the hallway to return upstairs to spend time with Katarina, the two men giving a smile and a wave as she stepped out.
Aleister smiled, looking down at the staff in his hands. "Alright..." He looked at Dumah, still dripping wet, smiling and speaking in a disconcertingly excited tone. "Take your shirt off!" He punctuated his command with a very cautiously light tap of the bottom of the staff on the wood floor, the audible thud being joined by a small gust of wind blowing his friend. They both went a bit wide eyed at the magic, taken off guard. "Huh... Maybe I'm a Sorcerer..." He knew this was not the case however, smiling as he dismissed the theory. "Nah, that can't be. I'm sure it was just Alette playing a little prank."
Dumah gripped his arms, shivering as the zephyr hit him with frigid air, the sopping clothes only making it worse. "Y-You better have some plan to dry my clothes, A-Aleister..." Dumah's teeth clattered a bit as he shivered, shaking as he tried to take off the drenched jacket and button shirt. Once he had managed, he quickly handed the clothes to Aleister, holding his left upper arm with his right hand, his left hand opening up as a small fireball spawned to warm him up. He held it close, the only thing keeping him from scalding his torso being the fact that it was his own spell. He sighed calmly as the flame did its job, slowly starting to warm the Spellsword.
As his friend desperately tried to get warm, Aleister was already hard at work on his idea, making something with the staff and bundled up ball of sopping clothes. Once they were tied tightly around one end, Aleister smirked in excitement. "Alright, let's give this a shot!" With a look of determination and confidence, he slammed the dripping bundle of fabrics down on the wood floor, mopping the wooden ground with the rain water collected in the clothing.
With the flame still in his hands and by his chest, Dumah glared at the barkeep in an expression that was only definable as a mixture of disappointment and anger. "You have got to be kidding me..." All this time he had been hoping to see the Person of The Land utilize the items he had requested to dry the clothing of the wet guild master in some creative way. "You needed my clothes and Alette's old staff for a mop?"
Aleister, still mopping away at the ever so slightly dirty floor, nodded happily, smiling as he spoke. "'Course. I haven't washed the floor in about two days, and your wringing out your hair gave me the idea. Ever since Sark-" Aleister paused for a moment, staring at the door as if he expected the mention of the Dwarf to summon him like some ritualistic demon. "... Ever since Sark broke my mop last month, I've had to get creative. I will say, Alette's been a big help lately though." He smirked as he continued to mop the floor. "Really kind of makes me wish I actually was a Sorcerer, those spells really can be used in some pretty useful ways."
With his mana depleted, the ball of flame dissipated from Dumah's hand. He sighed, groaning a bit as he felt every bit of cool air that his spell had kept at bay. Feeling defeated, the Spellsword sulked forward, resting his head on the bar counter. "Are you almost done, at least? I need something to cover me, I am getting cold."
Barely taking his attention away from the cleaning of his precious bar, Aleister looked down but glanced at Dumah in the corner of his eyes. "What happened to the Dumahim Anorak of Hope? Hell, what happened to your starter armor set?" He asked, raising one eyebrow curiously.
Dumah lifted his head off the hard wood, leaning back against the bar instead. "I put the Anorak in the armory last week and when I went to retrieve it, someone had already taken it. As for my starter gear..." The Spellsword cringed a bit as he thought about wearing the hideous equipment. "To be quite honest, I would rather walk the streets of Londinium topless than wear that abomination... People will be more understanding of a guild master who is topless than one who is wearing armor fifty three levels below him."
Aleister chuckled a bit, smiling and rolling his eyes. "Yes, because seeing a guild master in armor fifty three levels below him is far worse than seeing said guild master wear clothing that is forty eight levels below him. Oh you poor thing, I do pity you so." He spoke in a mocking, sarcastic tone. It seemed Katarina was rubbing off on just about everyone in the guild - or at the very least, all of the People of The Land. Finishing the floors in record time, leaving them sparkling and glistening, Aleister returned Dumah's clothes. Thankfully the floor of the bar was not dirty to begin with, lest Dumah likely refuse the clothing. "Here you go." With that done, he put the young sorceress' staff to the side as he reached into a small ice box and retrieved a glass of Dumah's usual drink, offering the colorful mixture of fruit juices.
Dumah smiled a bit as he was offered the drink, buttoning the last hole on his under shirt before sliding the black jacket on over it. "Thank you, Aleister." He took the freezing cold glass, noticing that his clothes were a bit less wet than before. It seemed the man washing his floor with them actually had helped a little bit. Dumah took a big swig of the mixture, putting the glass back down. "Are you busy tonight?"
The barkeep pulled a cloth from under his bar, about to wet it and use it to wipe down the counter, but stopped as he was asked about his availability. "Yeah, I should be free. Why, what did you have planned?" With his plans to continue cleaning his beloved bar interrupted, Aleister once again put the small rag back from where he had retrieved it.
"Well, I had some plans to do a bit of crafting, actually. I thought perhaps you would like to join me and keep me company if you had no other plans." The damp man looked down at his drink, mixing it gently with the wooden stick of a little umbrella stuck in the glass.
Offering a smile as his friend stirred his drink, Aleister felt a bit excited to see how Dumah would react to the decoration, or rather what he would think of it. "Yeah, that sounds alright. Anyways, what do you think of the little umbrella? I heard it was a nice little touch to the drinks in the West. What you Adventurers would call..." He tapped his skull, deep in thought as he tried to recall the name. "The... Oh, what was it... The United States of..." He snapped his fingers repeatedly, the last word on the tip of his tongue. "The United States of... Amberlain...?"
Dumah laughed softly and smiled, shaking his head to correct his friend. "I believe you mean the United States of America, Aleister." He looked down at the umbrella, pulling it out before taking another drink and looking at the tiny parasol, holding it between his index finger and thumb so he could spin it around. "I do know the touch is American, though to be honest I do not know from where exactly it originates, nor from when it comes." He finished his drink, putting the glass down and returning its tiny umbrella before standing up. "Anyways, if you are ready, let us be off."
Aleister smirked a bit, chuckling gently as he pushed against his bar to stand himself up straight. "When you say it like that it sounds like we're headin' on some big adventure." He smiled, his left hand in his left pocket as he walked around the bar and towards the door with his friend. Together they left the bar, walking down the hall towards guild's clothier room. With each step in his soaked shoes, the corridor was filled with the annoying sound of squeaking rubber. It repeated a few times until eventually Dumah decided to just kick his shoes off, unequipping both his squeaking shoes and his soaked socks, walking on his bare feet instead.
"I need to make some spare clothes for cases like this..." Dumah sighed as he made a mental note to make another set of clothing for himself in the case of sudden rain or a fight against a water elemental; really any case in which his clothing is too uncomfortable to keep on. This mental note went right below all the others, sitting under 'Find out how Lyssamanya keeps getting into the guildhall without permission.' When he thought about it, his long list of mental notes almost felt like a quest log from any other game. As the two men stepped into clothier, Dumah began asking for Aleister's help and assistance. "Mind grabbing me two large sheets of fabric, as well as three bundles of leather? The color of the cloth does not matter, but whatever color you do pick, make sure to get me a spool of thread in a matching color."
Aleister nodded, heading towards the wall full of resources for any tailoring job imaginable. "You got it, Dumah." He began to retrieve the items he had been asked to get, soon returning to the slowly air drying half-alv. "Here you go, I got what you asked for." He placed the materials down on the large table Dumah was seated at, organizing the items with the help of the actual tailor.
"Thank you, Aleister. That should be all I will need for now, I appreciate it." He smiled at his friend, offering the man some respite as he started to work, leaving the Person of The Land to once again try and figure out how in the world someone was supposed to get comfortable in a bean bag chair.
