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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 29, 2012 14:22:50 GMT -5
 
It had been another full day of hunting, unfortunately it was a very hot day that day and there was almost no prey prancing about in the forest. They were all hidden in their dens, waiting until dusk to creep outside and look for food. Another unfortunate event was the fact that it was the full moon, and Ava was in no mood tonight to take the risk of encountering a werewolf. Normally, she might climb a tree with some bait at the foot of the tree to shoot anything that came near on nights like these-if she was in fact doing night hunting, but she was exhausted from the hot sun and beating down on her back and the long walks she had taken tracking animals that had already fled to shelter.
It was on days such as these Ava liked to spend her nights prowling the local taverns. Not to drink, no-Ava wasn't a drunk, she liked not being a slobbering idiot-but there were things she could take from the slobbering idiots. Coin. They were too drunk to even notice it was gone, and it was so easy to take. It was as easy as climbing a tree for Ava, and if she was caught-well bar fights were just too common to attract too much attention from the local authorities. It was the perfect crime, literally.
Ava was dressed in typical night ware for her, her brown shirt black pants. There was also a dagger strapped to her ankle, as always and her hair was let loose-which was typical for her when she was in town. She had left her things in her room, however uneasy it made her-she was rather suspicious if she wore her armour, weapons and carried a large bag over her shoulders.
Avianna entered the tavern and immediately held back, eyeing all her targets with narrowed eyes-looking for the easiest first.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 29, 2012 18:02:29 GMT -5
On nights after Amri had finished a job, he would tell Yuliya to not wait up for him and go into town. Bags of gold were heavy to lug around and he'd want to lighten it up a bit before they left, and into the local taverns he went.
This day was no different. He sat right up front, hand gripping the handle of what was his ninth or tenth pint of ale, sloshing it down his throat and then slamming it back down and throwing more gold at the bartender to fill it up again. No one sat near him as his sword lay against his chair and was an ominous message to all, though there was a large goofy smile on his face. He laughed when his drink was refilled. "You know...what would life be like if I stopped and...I dun...start a farm or somethin'..." he said to the bartender. Only 'said' wasn't exactly the right word, it was more of a drawl that changed tones more rapidly than time. He smacked his lips as the man he was speaking to just nodded.
His words were forgotten as he chugged down his next drink. He wobbled slightly on his chair as he sang out in a clear voice, “Row, row, row your,” he wobbled on his chair and crashed backwards, spilling his drink all over himself, but he barely seemed to notice as he continued his song, “FLOOR! Gently down the stream! Merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily...” His singing faded out as he began lapping at the beer dripping from his chair. This was the life.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 29, 2012 20:57:45 GMT -5
Ava recognized the singing idiot just a moment before he fell backwards on the stool. Wow, I knew he was a moron, but this just pathetic. she thought as she walked over to the singing mercenary, standing over him and looking over him with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well, look what we have here, Mr. Muscles." she said disdainfully, though slight, or more than slight amusement also ringed in her tone.
What she also found amusing was the fact that they had met twice already and didn't even know each others' names, though she had no problem calling him Mr. Muscles for the time being. She wasn't the kind of person that gave out her name very often, less often especially to people who had threatened to behead her several times-as the warrior had. So, she preferred to remain nameless, for crazy magic bitch was just to vague for the guy to go asking around if he ever wanted to find her.
Avianna looked over the fallen sell sword, her eyebrows raised slightly. She flicked her hand to his sword and flew to her hand, "Sorry Sweetie. I don't trust you with this." she spoke as if she was talking to a child, but smugness was still etched in her features. "So, How are you? Still chopping heads and taking names?"
Avianna had to admit, this was a quite hilarious position for her to be in, standing over her powerless enemy-no matter how completely out of it he was. She leaned onto the sword and shook her head slightly at the little warrior.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 30, 2012 12:51:36 GMT -5
“Heeeey,” he said in a whiny drawl as he put a hand on the chair to try and push himself up, only to knock the chair over and fall down on his butt again. He laughed again before pushing himself off the floor with his hands to stand wobbly before her, “That's mine!” he whined again as he yanked his sword from her grasp and let it fall to the ground behind him. God dammit he didn't like people touching his sword, it was his, and it was too big for people to lift anyway...double meaning! Ha ha ha ha ha...but still, his sword, he'd decide who he'd allow to touch it. Random wench girl was not on list.
Wait, not random, magic bitch girl, hey he knew her. He didn't know her name but he knew her. He should make up a name for her...no...too much effort. Magic bitch girl worked...cause that was what she was...cause she used magic...and was a bitch. Ha. Yeah. He was so smart sometimes. And sexy. He was the sexiest person in that place and he knew it. Oh man could he feel sexual tension from practically everyone in the room. “You came for a pieeece of meeee riiiiiight?” he asked with haze on his eyes. Well no need to deny her anything. He leaned forward and pushed his lips against hers for a long second before breaking into a goofy grin and falling back onto his chair. “There ya go!”
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 30, 2012 15:19:32 GMT -5
Avianna let the sword go, he was obviously too hammered to even think about using it. In fact, though it hadn't seemed possible before, he was even more drunk than she had first thought because. She was even surprised he could stand, even if he was wobbling worse than a children's spinning top on a windy day.
"No I don't want-" she began with distaste in her voice but then he just pushed his lips right into her and smacked down. She tried to push away, but even in his drunken haze he had a spectacular grip. He he let her go she coughed, he tasted like beer. Disgusting, pungent, beer. She wiped her lips on her sleeve and coughed once more.
That was not a very smart thing to do to Ava, for she had her personal space-and she happened to not like this person very much. The last thing she wished to actually engage in personal contact with him, even much less than that romantic contact. She shook her head and flicked her fingers, throwing his chair down with more force than even her own kick could get her. "I wouldn't even want a piece of you if you were made of pure gold." she said in her distaste.
She noticed the people around her started to stare at them, and looked even more uncomfortable when she cast her spell. She glared at them and they turned away, looking back to their drinks. "Don't do that again, or I'll have to provide worse consequences." she added, turning to him. She walked around him a little, getting another view-also to prevent him from pouncing on her like that again. "You really are drunk, Mr. Muscles." she commented, shaking her head in disapprovement. "Tell, me. Where is your sister?"
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jun 30, 2012 18:39:40 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh outright at her reaction. Oh the people who pretended they weren't completely in love with him, they were the best and the funniest because everyone was in love with him. He'd never lost a fight or been said no to...she was just playing hard to get, and that was funny cause nothing was hard for him to get. He ruffled his bangs with his hand as he tried to stand up again but failed miserably. Eh. Standing up was for wimps anyway...that's why she was standing up! Cause she was a wimp. Yeah, that made sense. He laughed again. He was so funny.
“I don't dooooo consequences...they dooooo me...in the sack.” He screwed his eyes shut and then opened them to try and get a better look of what was around. Magic bitch? Magic bitch! She was there and asking about his sister...god, always asking where his sister was...maybe she was in love with his sister. “She where you can't get her!” he shouted. Ha ha ha! No one could get her here! Why would she be here? If she was here some guy would try to grab her and Amri would punch him until he was dead. Yeah. But she wasn't. Magic bitch was here, the one who was in love with him. He looked back up at her with another goofy grin on his face. “You have preeeeetty haaaair,” he drawled. Did she even have hair? He checked. Yes she did. Oh well, his was still better. He flipped his bangs out of his face.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jun 30, 2012 23:39:36 GMT -5
Avianna shook her head, almost enjoying herself if her breath didn't taste like alcohol and bad breath. A faint smile was whispered in her lips as she watched him struggle to stand and fall back on the floor, reminding her of a baby trying to learn how to walk. "Oh, You really are a charmer, Mr. Muscles." she said sarcastically, though her bet was he wouldn't catch on the sarcastic note to it, so she added, "But I'm not interested. I also don't care where your sister is, I was just wondering if she knew how stupid you look right now.".
Then he commented on her hair and she raised an eyebrow, "How much have you had to drink, Mr. Muscles." she asked, still shaking her head, though her amusement had grown slightly.
The question still remained though, where was his sister. In fact, he was incredibly vulnerable at the moment, as anyone who wished could probably kill him right now. In fact if Ava didn't find him completely pathetic and hilarious, she'd probably do it right here, right now too. Seeing the incident in the city, it was not hard to imagine a second idiot with a sword bursting in here with a wish for revenge.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 1, 2012 1:55:17 GMT -5
“Pffff,” he stammered, “only like...eleven...night's still young.” With a new sense of determination, he scooped up his fallen mug and propped himself up on the bar so that the bartender would pour in some more alcohol til it was up to the brim. Without even a glance at it he lifted it up to chug it all down at once. There was nothing more satisfying then taking a glass away from your mouth with a big sigh and looking at the world with a new light. There was nothing to worry about, and he could have all the fun he wanted. And speaking of fun he wanted to have,
“Heeeey! Who fancies a tumble?” he shouted out loud enough for anyone and everyone to hear. He saw a pretty girl a few seats away give him a smirk and he knew the answer of who would be his bed partner that night had been settled. He stumbled over to sloppily kiss her, not that she seemed to mind. “Waaaait...gotta buy the bitch a drink.” He wobbled back over to wear his sword was and where the bitch was standing and threw some more gold at the bartender. “Give the bitch here a drink!” he shouted at him, laughing as his own glass was also refilled and he threw it on down again.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 2, 2012 16:21:10 GMT -5
Avianna watched as he pathetically stumbled around, crossing her arms and leaning on one foot. She noticed she felt a little pity for the guy. If she learned one thing other than who not to attempt pickpocketing, it was everyone had a reason for their drinking problems. Everything from being unhappy with their job to missing their wives who have left them. Avianna didn't need to stress her brain thinking of why the warrior might be drinking. It wasn't like he could have been the most functional person.
He stumbled over to Ava and bought her a drink, she cautiously sat at the chair beside the barbarian-but she still far enough away she could avoid the stench in his breath. She didn't even look at the drink that the bartender poured for her, the most Ava drank was a cup of wine if she felt like it-she liked being decently respectable and not stumbling around like this lug.
Ava narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms once more, looking to the drunken brute, "So what are you doing here? Under cover for some great job of blood and beheading, or something less-" she paused to glance at the girl at the bar, "-respectable."
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 3, 2012 0:28:01 GMT -5
“Jeeeeeez, somebody needs to loosen up,” he complained. God, why did she have to be uptight? It cramped his style, which was live loose and do whatever the hell you wanted to. And there was one thing about him that set him apart from everyone else, that he didn't believe in the afterlife. He seemed to be the only person with that radical idea and everyone told him one day he would pay for his sins. But he knew what happened when a person died. He'd seen many die at his hands. All corpses did was rot and so he had no fear of the next life. He could be as wrathful and lustful as he wanted to be.
“And that's what my good loving does, feel free to join us when we get started,” he said with a winning but sloppy grin. He nudged her slightly before gulping down another mug of ale...good sweet ale. How long had he been drinking? Four years? Yeah...that seemed about right. He stared goofily at the bitch girl until he realized she wasn't touching her drink...which was just silly. Why wouldn't anyone want a drink? It was the best fucking thing the world had to offer. Good drink, good women, and the blood of good people on his hands. “Drink up!” he demanded, “first step to a good night!”
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 3, 2012 13:38:18 GMT -5
Avianna snorted, 'First step to a night you can't remember.", she still didn't even look at it. She remembered the first time she had a drink, it had been not too long after she had gone off on her own. She had been what, fifteen? sixteen maybe? It had been the first time she had any extra money to spend since she started hunting for a living and thought it'd be fun. She didn't remember most of the night, but she remembered the morning. God, how she remember that bright, loud morning. She ended up being unable to hunt the entire day and not have enough money to pay the rent on her room. Since then her drinking trips were few and far between and she never had the same amount she had had last night. So since that night she had also remained alert and herself. She didn't plan on changing that now.
"It's also the first step to a morning in agony. And why in the world would you call this a good time? Stumbling along like an overgrown baby, smelling worse than a dead, diseased fawn?" she shrugged, "I just don't feel the need to join you, Mr. Muscles. I happen to have better things to do in the morning than throw up my dinner and hold my head in pain.".
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 5, 2012 0:55:21 GMT -5
“Oh maaaaaaan, if you spend your life worrying 'bout tomorrow, you're doin' it wrong,” he slurred. He didn't get people who worried about the next day. He spent his money when he got it and stole food when he was hungry. It wasn't like he was worrying about a hangover now, he was worrying about having fun, which was what he was doing. She could have a good time if she wanted to. He was even helping her out by letting her hang around him. She should appreciate that favor in a more appreciative way...god...dammit. Or she should stop cramping his style and move on.
“Good time cause I can do whatever I want to whoever I want without thinking 'bout other things,” he said as he stood up to pull over the girl from before to the chair next to him. He needed to keep her in sight so she wouldn't wander away. He'd be with her shortly enough. “Though you dun haaave to be drunk to enjoy a good tumble,” he admitted knowingly. To put it lightly, he was a bit of a manwhore, or more, a lot of one, and it was only once in a blue moon that he got refused by anyone so his manwhore ways were left to flourish. Hell, he could've made a great male prostitute.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 5, 2012 6:26:32 GMT -5
"Oh, and you're doing it right? If you don't worry about tomorrow you won't have a tomorrow." Avianna sighed, it was too true. If only she had always worried about her future, her life would be so much easier now. If only her father had been able to prevent the fire from killing her mother and brother when she was a child. If only they had an escape plan when the vampires attacked her house all those years ago. If only... But if only's only got you would bes and maybes-not a real life. She pushed those thoughts away.
While the brute was going to go get the girl he had been eyeing earlier, she saw his coin stash. She quickly glanced away so that he didn't notice. Wouldn't want him thinking she was checking him out, would he? The last thing she wanted was for the idiot to start going towards her. She thought about taking his money and leaving, wondering if he'd even notice if she tried to steal his coins. He was pretty drunk, and she should probably try and get something from the night. Never mind that now, though. He was coming back...
She glanced at the girl whom was now sitting beside the warrior, giving her a doubtful look. Honestly, she couldn't imagine wanting to sleep with a man like the barbarian beside her. She men with too much muscle and ans not enough brain in their heads. They were stupid and idiotic, and she could not handle their stupidity. It was just too much for her, and she'd probably end up killing them at some point just for annoying the crap out of her. "With you I'd have to be drunk." she said dryly to the mercenary, still thinking about how to get the damned coins from his pocket and getting out of there.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 5, 2012 15:55:15 GMT -5
“Only if you're weaaak,” he said, not understanding people who had to worry about whether or not they'd be alive the next day. He never had to worry! He was too strong! Rarely did anyone start a fight with him for fear of him, and if they did, he won. He'd never lost a fight in his entire life, even when he was drunk. He was just too good. The only people who had to worry about tomorrow were the people who were too weak to have it guaranteed for them. He already knew he'd be alive tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, living his very good life. He could afford to have a night off. She was just bitter cause the price was too much for her.
“Pssh, I'm hot,” he said, not believing she'd have to be drunk to do him. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He just happened to be born as the best looking guy in the whole kingdom and he was okay with it. He also knew that she wanted him, he could just feel it. After all, she was hanging around him even though she seemed to have no intention of getting drunk. Obviously she was waiting for the opportune moment to jump him. But he had to satisfy the other young woman beside him first, she would have to wait her turn.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 7, 2012 10:45:14 GMT -5
"Only if you have half a brain in your head, that hasn't been killed with so much..." she scoffed and gestured to his glass, "Fun..." she said sarcastically and shaking her head. She supposed someone like him didn't need to worry about tomorrow as much as someone like her would have to-but not thinking about the future was idiotic and stupid. No one ever knew what life had in store for them, all you could do is try and prepare for the inevitable.
She scoffed at him, not at all trying to hide the absurdity of the comment to him. She touched his arm, laughing, "Nope, you're not on fire... Because that is the only way you'd ever be 'hot'." she said amusingly.
That was when she had a bit of an idea, to get the gold. She had no idea if it would actually work, but it was worth a decent shot. So she looked at her drink for the first time and pushed it towards him, "Here, you have it. I'd hate to waste your precious gold." she said dryly. She didn't want it, maybe once and a while, with someone she trusted she'd try drinking again. But not here. Not with Mr. Muscles. It wasn't safe to be vulnerable around here.
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