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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 22:15:26 GMT -5
 | WHAT HAVE I DONEWITH MY HEART ON THE FLOOR. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND TO COME BACK BEGGING FOR MORE. BUT IF YOU STAY, AND IF YOU JUST STAY FOR THE NIGHT. SWEAR THAT I'M YOURS AND I'LL PROVE THAT I'M RIGHT. The nighttime atmosphere of the residential area of Andor was absolutely stunning. The former man-at-arms was intrigued by how lively the quiet townsfolk got at night. Stands were busy with hungry customers wanting to grab a bite and grab last minute items. Auros walked down the cobblestone road, his forearm rested upon the butt of his sword, his red eyes scanning what vendors had to offer.
Many of the merchants, as expected had deals for the passersby, but none of them really caught his attention. There was, however, one stand that was selling something that piqued his interest. He was drawn by the alluring smell of fried commodities and when his eyes settled upon the sight, his stomach growled loudly.
"Kebabs! Come and get your kebabs! Fresh off the grill, we provide nothing but the best ingredients to please your palate! Come before we run out!"
It was a line for kebabs. Not just any kebabs, but kebabs some of the best spices in the land. The man was tempted to reach into his pocket and dig for what money he had left, but he recalled the lack of funds he found himself with that day.
That was when he remembered his small stash of coins in his boot. Though that was for emergencies only, he was awfully hungry. The vendor probably wouldn't appreciate the sweaty currency, but money was money in these tough times.
He stood in line, waiting behind a long line of people, all of which he towered over. They nodded their heads at him as they recognized the disciplined posture of the new soul to enter the queue. His next obstacle was waiting out this line before his stomach got the best of him and left him in a crippled state.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 19, 2015 0:33:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] @j1 304 Lance Ackerman I'm bad at intros I'm so sorry. |
There was something Lance should have been tending to, and if he didn't take care of it in a timely manner there would be some rather gross repercussions. So naturally, the mage was going to put it off longer. Or at the least, until he ate something. He'd been living off of fruit and whatever he could conjure up on the road. And frankly, he was more than tired of it. So he decided to pick something up while he's in the area. The “thing” would be safe in his satchel for now. As long as it stayed quiet and didn't try to leap out. It wouldn't be the first time he did something like this, so what was the worst that could happen?
With his hood up and staff in hand he went searching for something appetizing. At first, there wasn't much of anything he was interested in. Maybe he was being too picky. The kebab stand looked pretty good, but the line was long. Even though there was somewhat of a line anywhere you went, with all the people out and about at this time of night. Lance had just decided to join the kebab line when it happened. A loud low croaking noise came from his satchel, giving away the bullfrog's presence. Then it started to make a more high pitched sort of screaming noise.
“Shush...”
He placed his free hand over the top flap of the bag, in an attempt to quiet the frog. But the frog let out an even louder squeal like noise. Then another, and another. It sounded like he was torturing it. Lance cringed hoping that it wouldn't rouse too much attention. If it didn't stop by the time he got to the front of the line he might just kill it right there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2015 1:56:01 GMT -5
 | WHAT HAVE I DONEWITH MY HEART ON THE FLOOR. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND TO COME BACK BEGGING FOR MORE. BUT IF YOU STAY, AND IF YOU JUST STAY FOR THE NIGHT. SWEAR THAT I'M YOURS AND I'LL PROVE THAT I'M RIGHT. Slowly but surely, the line inched forward with each paying customer and with each step, Auros felt his mouth salivate a little more. 'There, there, stomach. I shall feed you soon.'
Kebabs made for a good food for when you were on the go. Gnawing on the many assortments of fresh cubes and spheres as you proceeded with your duties was perfect for any busybody. Speaking of busy bodies, a small croak pulsated from behind the redhead.
The struggle was real for one of the patrons behind him. He must have been starved in some dungeon off in the wilderness for his stomach to have groaned that loud. It didn't happen just once either. There was a second one. Then a third one. It just kept going. Auros wanted to ignore it, but the persistence of the source drew all of his attention. The man turned to look back at the potential source of the noise. It was directly behind him, hence how audible it was.
"I see we're a little hungry, huh?" Auros shot the man a smirk. He knew the pain of having to wait for food when it was right in front of him. Guard duty was no walk in the park, especially when it concerned feast.
"I think we picked the wrong time to go out and grab some food." The taller gentleman patted his stomach too, his body now halfway turned to talk to the clearly starving man.
Verr turned around entirely now, extending his right hand for a simple yet open handshake. If he was going to be standing in line for a while with a grumbling stomach, a little conversation would take the edge off of it, even if it was a little. "My name is Auros." Accompanying his hand was a friendly smile. Or the best he could conjure up with the pangs of hunger stabbing inside him.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 19, 2015 2:45:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] @j1 335 Lance Ackerman annoying frog ftw. |
There were few things Lance regretted in his entire life. “Saving” this nuisance of an amphibian was becoming one of them. His hunger was making him a bit more nervous than usual about the situation. Maybe it thought that it was on the menu tonight still. Though try as he may, he couldn't quite sympathize for it after the racket it was causing. At least no one seemed to think he was killing some poor animal. Though he wasn't sure he liked the alternative.
By the looks of it, it would seem that he was the one making the noise. He bit his lip and shifted his weight to lean more on his staff. Slouching a bit to try and be a bit less noticeable. The damage seemed to be done but at least his bullfrog was quiet at that moment. Lance was dreading the next time it would decided to sing it's little song again. He might even cause the next chorus by reaching for his coin purse when the time comes.
Maybe the alternative was worse. Lance's face turned a little red at Auros's words. He gave the man and uneasy smile.
“Yeah...I guess so.”
This was potentially a lot more embarrassing than people knowing he had a frog in his purse. The mage swallowed hard, and glanced away, trying to gather his composure again. Did this man seriously believe the sound was coming from his stomach? Goodness, Lance must sound like he's starving to death.
“I'm Lance.” He responded, he took his hand off his satchel and quickly shook the Auros's hand. Just that small movement caused the frog to start up again. It was only one solitary squeak this time, but it was still enough to make Lance cringe. He placed his hand back onto the bag as if to muffle any more noise from the little bugger. But he managed to pull off a sincere smile afterwards. Besides the embarrassment, this wasn't bad at all.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2015 0:04:48 GMT -5
 | WHAT HAVE I DONEWITH MY HEART ON THE FLOOR. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND TO COME BACK BEGGING FOR MORE. BUT IF YOU STAY, AND IF YOU JUST STAY FOR THE NIGHT. SWEAR THAT I'M YOURS AND I'LL PROVE THAT I'M RIGHT. Auros figured the newly made acquiantance to be a genuine fellow. He didn't look like the type to try and mug him nor did he look like some creep who hung out in his dungeon all day. With a firm handshake and an affirmative nod, the warrior acknowledged his name.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lance." A lasting smile remained on Auros' face. Lance did not seem like a familiar face so trying to be nice to who he thought was an outsider was probably the best move on his part. " So wh-" Just as his hand let go of the raven-haired man, there was a noise.
As if out of nowhere, the squeak rang in Verr's ears. What he assumed was the other's stomach was actually not. Or maybe it was, but at this point, it couldn't have been. Auros raised a brow and looked sternly at the man's abdominal area. "Um..."
His crimson orbs scanned from right to left, and in reverse until his eyes settled on the satchel the man held at his side. "Did your bag just... make a noise?" A raised brow and a concerned look on his face, Auros was confused and curious as to what in the world could create a noise like that and why in the world someone would be carrying something like that in his satchel.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 20, 2015 2:07:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] @j1 251 Lance Ackerman saving people, stealing frogs, the family buisness. |
“It's nice to meet you, as well.” Lance continued to smile. Auros seemed like an alright guy so far. Which was always nice, especially seeing what caused them to start talking in the first place.Hopefully it would stay like this, even if he has to say what's actually making the noise.
“Uhm...I.” He let out a nervous laugh, tensing up as Auros looked him over. Of course everything was going to get a bit more awkward before it got better. It made him feel a bit self conscious. Lance took his hand off the bag and placed it over his stomach in an attempt to feel a bit more secure. Not that there was anything wrong with his midsection. He just wasn't used to someone looking at him like that. He glanced away, chewing on his bottom lip.
“Well....” He glanced down at the bag then back at his acquaintance, “Yes...Yes it did.” He could feel the frog moving around. From what he could feel, it seemed like it was making an attempt to burrow deeper into the satchel. It was probably scared to death in there. That would explain the amount of squealing and croaking. The jig was up though. Maybe Auros won't be too curious, and he could get away without saying what was making the sound. Then again maybe he wouldn't be so worried about a damned frog if he hadn't stolen it in the first place.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 22:35:30 GMT -5
| WHAT HAVE I DONEWITH MY HEART ON THE FLOOR. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND TO COME BACK BEGGING FOR MORE. BUT IF YOU STAY, AND IF YOU JUST STAY FOR THE NIGHT. SWEAR THAT I'M YOURS AND I'LL PROVE THAT I'M RIGHT. There were a few things Auros had experienced in his short time on this world. There were certainly some things he could tell stories about for years on end and then there were those he wasn't all to sure about. It was those kinds of experiences that made him kind of question whether or not he should continue on living or not. They were just plain weird and scarring.
Auros stared at the satchel for a good five seconds followed by a reestablishment of eye contact. "Is your bag possessed or something...?" Auros recalled a certain box talking to him once. It was a crazy experience and it ended up tearing him up inside. It was weird. Just... a random box.
But that story is for another day, or year depending on how much he wanted to delve into the subject with someone.
"I don't want your bag to start eating my face or anything... I mean, I'm pretty sure your bag isn't that hungry... right?"
So Auros kind of just stood there, his hands opened just in case he had to make a grab for his weapon and start beating the living hell out of whatever was to come.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 24, 2015 20:52:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] @j1 263 Lance Ackerman late post is late |
“I should hope not.” Lance laughed nervously glancing down at his bag. Though that probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to joke about.. It was a bit strange that the satchel itself was questioned as opposed to the contents. He wondered what could cause someone to go with that line of thought. Maybe a past incident? Whatever it was it sparked his curiosity.
“Eat your face?” It was hard for him not to crack a smile at that. “It's just a bag...?” The contents wouldn't eat Auros's face either. It could possibly leap at the man's face, but not from it's current position. Though Lance realized he never gave any thought to whether or not it might be hungry. The frog had been in there for an hour or two and there was no way to tell when it last ate. He didn't even know how frequently they needed to eat. Maybe he should share his food with it. It wasn't going to be insects but surely a frog its size could eat more than just that. Hopefully.
“Though the thing in it might be hungry, but I doubt it could eat your face...Not easily at least.” The mage said thoughtfully. Again probably not the wisest thing to add in. He didn't have much of a filter on his mouth with his nerves the way they were.
“Why? Have you been attacked by a handbag before or something?” He asked in an attempt to get off the subject of the bag's contents.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2015 22:17:51 GMT -5
| WHAT HAVE I DONEWITH MY HEART ON THE FLOOR. I MUST BE OUT OF MY MIND TO COME BACK BEGGING FOR MORE. BUT IF YOU STAY, AND IF YOU JUST STAY FOR THE NIGHT. SWEAR THAT I'M YOURS AND I'LL PROVE THAT I'M RIGHT. Auros nodded his head. It was nice to be reassured that the nearly impossible was probably not going to happen. At least not then.
The redhead exhaled a breath of relief and scratched the back of his head, stepping back as he heard the shuffling of the other patrons etch away from him. "I mean... there was a time and place when I dealt with a few... thought-to-be inanimate objects and it turned out some sorcerer had actually turned them into flesh-eating monsters."
He let out a nervous chuckle as he stopped just before he bumped into someone. "But there's just a whole bunch of other details when it came to this one box. I usually tell that when I'm out on the town for a few drinks." It was a fun story to tell, indeed, but it was going to have to wait until Auros could truly trust him with that.
Auros' arm dropped to his side. It was time to really get to the bottom of things. If it wasn't the bag making all of that noise, then it was something inside of it. Lance confirmed the theory but saying so himself. Now was just a matter of finding out what was in the bag.
"So what's making all that ruckus inside your satchel?" Auros crossed his arms. Though he was at ease, it felt like he was beginning an interrogation process for some suspected criminal.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 24, 2015 23:57:57 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend |
“That's rather, well, terrifying.” Lance raised an eyebrow, and stepped forward following the line along. Well that covered most of the questions he had. It wasn't necessarily what he had expected but, then again he didn't even know what he was expecting. “Ahh, I see.” He nodded and brushed his bangs out of his face. As curious as he was at to what said details were, but this definitely didn't seem like the time for story telling. It did cross his mind to ask to meet up for a drink sometime, to talk about it more. But with Lance's track record that would come out differently than he intended.
“It's just a...” Lance glanced down at the bag, wondering if he should lie about what it is. It was just a frog though, not some priceless artifact. It's not like the person he lifted it from would run around yelling about a missing bullfrog. They're easy enough to find and catch, they can go find a new one or something. It was finally starting to hit him just how ridiculous this all was. He looked back at Auros, with a somewhat uneasy smile on his face.
“ A bullfrog... It doesn't seem to like it in there but, what can you do.” He said with a bit of a laugh. “I plan on throwing it in a pond next chance I get.” Though it did cross his mind to just cook it or something, but that would defeat the point of why he stole it.
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